Shop till You Drop
is here and my summer wardrobe is sadly lacking, in fact, almost
non-existent due to the extra pounds put on during the winter while
wearing bulky sweaters. I am so tired of pinning skirts shut because
the buttons donít quite reach and spending the day trying not to
breathe because a button or seam might pop. So, I go shopping.
The older I become the more of a hassle shopping seems
to be. My stamina just isnít what it once was, and the malls
suddenly seem so much larger than they used to be. Anyhow, I
accidentally find a store that is being remodeled and jump right into
the deed at hand. Everything is 33% to 40% off to make up for the
inconvenience of the remodeling dust. Who cares if there is tile on
the floor or a few sheets of plastic hanging around when there are
bargains to be found?
Shopping fever comes quickly, and in no time at all I
am digging though those racks looking for outfits like a wild woman.
The thing that amazes me most about womenís clothing is all the
large flowers and horizontal stripes on clothing intended for the
"mature" woman. Donít designers know that we already are
big enough; we donít want to look like an upholstered sofa!
Looking for the right outfit in the right color that
fits perfectly and doesnít make one look fat is so exciting! I had
forgotten how much fun it is. What a thrill it is to find the perfect
outfit, especially when it is marked down. In fact, it is such a
thrill that I can't seem to stop. I keep finding more and more perfect
outfits. It isn't easy, mind you. I am looking for separates. When I
find pants in the right size, there is never a coordinated top to fit,
and vise versa. Bargain shopping is really a challenge.
Five hours later when my adrenaline buzz wears off and
I return to sanity, I realize that I have prowled through everything
in the store several times, tried on most of it, and found twice as
many perfect outfits as I can afford. My feet are suddenly killing me
and I am starving to death. Shopping where there is no carpeting may
be great for the pocketbook, but standing on hard concrete for hours
sure is tough on the feet.
My problem now is to decide on which outfits to keep
and which will have to go back to the rack. It is a painful decision.
The only thing worse for a woman than going shopping and NOT finding
ANYTHING is going shopping and having EVERYTHING look great! Oh, the
pure torment of leaving a gorgeous outfit there in the store to be
scooped up by someone else who vanity assures me will certainly not
look half as nice in it as I would.
My feet are killing me by the time I limp out of
there. I will soon recover. Nothing makes a woman feel quite as
secretly pleased as successful day of shopping. I can hardly wait to
go to work on Monday. I will be a fashion parade in the office this
week -- so cute and fashionable in my new Capri pants and two piece
matching coordinates. They wonít know that my new outfits are off
the bargain rack, and even if they do, who cares? That will only make
them more envious than ever.
The trouble with shopping is that you always want to
shop more. One day is just enough to whet the appetite. Iíve always
heard that the best way to save money is stay out of stores. You
canít want it if you never see it. Too late for that, Iím afraid.
Iíve seen it, and I want it ALL. Iíve gone from rag woman to
fashion icon in a matter of hours. Iíve got to stop myself! One day
at the mall and Iím a compulsive shopper. How many new outfits can I
Letís see, Iíll just try on this blue outfit one
more time and see how it looks. Some matching shoes really would be