Tip number one about going clothes shopping? Make sure you are wearing the appropriate undergarments so everything doesn’t have panty line. I went in wearing a baggy, broomstick skirt (you know, the kind I’m trying to ease out of), and you can’t see any panty line under that. Not so the fitted skirts I tried on.
This was the only one I marginally liked, but honestly, I didn’t see that many “casual” type of skirts in Macy’s today. Most of them were career oriented, business like skirts for people that have a Jay Oh Bee – which is not me. I just want to look good when I get dressed in the morning, not look like I’m out to conquer corporate America.
Shopping is way too frustrating for me. I found very few things I liked. This blouse I LOVED, but they only had it in a 4 and a 16. I tried to convince Jim to stop for a banana split on the way out so I could get the size 16, but he wasn’t hearing any of it.
Then I found a few cute skirts in the Michael Kors section. Cute, but I’m not in love, and if I’m going to pay Michael Kors prices so the man finally has enough money to buy himself some new duds (is anyone else tired of the black on black look he’s had going for, like, EVER??), I want to get engaged to this skirt.
WHAT? Black denim for $100 a pop? Have these people no shame? I am destined to be a People of WalMart forever.
So the end result of today’s journey out to the mall is that I came home with some autumn scented soap for the bathrooms and the kitchen. And a latte.
It wasn’t a total loss.