Monday, July 04, 2005
I went shopping today. I hate shopping. I suppose I'm just not very good at it. With the words, "Buy yourself a birthday present," ringing in my ears I hit the city. I decided I needed I pair of black trousers to replace the ones I inadvertently shrank in the tumble drier on holiday. Black trousers, surely nothing could be simpler. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. So how come I arrived home with a book, like I always do when I go clothes shopping? It's the same every time. After being demoralized for a couple of hours in the boutiques I hit the book shops and start to cheer up. Then I go to Target, buy something from their menswear department and put the whole sorry experience behind me for another year or so. That didn't work for me today though, even Target menswear failed me.
For a start I am overwhelmed by the sheer size of the department stores. As I stood gasping at the hugeness of Myers today I began to wish I could just whittle things down to a manageable scale. What I need is the equivalent of Google so I can type in what I'm searching for and have everything else disappear. It would be nice to click my fingers (a la Bewitched) and have everything that costs more that a hundred bucks vanish. Then, all those pink floaty things in a size 8 would waft away. Finally I could refine my search to black pants suitable for those who are not blessed with jutting hip bones and the daggy pair of trackies that I know I'm gonna end up with would materialize instantly and save me a whole lotta time and embarrassment in the changing rooms.
Yes, I know I could, in fact, do this either by employing a personal shopper or else by shopping online but that hardly seems efficient when I have to try on twenty pairs of trousers to find one pair that can be made to fit. There's no doubt about it, I'm just gonna have to diet till I'm a perfect size ten and then I can shop 'off the peg' anywhere. Of course, Il Gelato have sent me a birthday voucher for a free scoop so a delay is inevitable.
Current weight: 77.4 kg
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For a start I am overwhelmed by the sheer size of the department stores. As I stood gasping at the hugeness of Myers today I began to wish I could just whittle things down to a manageable scale. What I need is the equivalent of Google so I can type in what I'm searching for and have everything else disappear. It would be nice to click my fingers (a la Bewitched) and have everything that costs more that a hundred bucks vanish. Then, all those pink floaty things in a size 8 would waft away. Finally I could refine my search to black pants suitable for those who are not blessed with jutting hip bones and the daggy pair of trackies that I know I'm gonna end up with would materialize instantly and save me a whole lotta time and embarrassment in the changing rooms.
Yes, I know I could, in fact, do this either by employing a personal shopper or else by shopping online but that hardly seems efficient when I have to try on twenty pairs of trousers to find one pair that can be made to fit. There's no doubt about it, I'm just gonna have to diet till I'm a perfect size ten and then I can shop 'off the peg' anywhere. Of course, Il Gelato have sent me a birthday voucher for a free scoop so a delay is inevitable.
Current weight: 77.4 kg