Then I grew up. I'm not sure what happened along the way, but I don't love shopping for clothing anymore. When my first child was born, I began buying my jeans and blouses (okay, t-shirts and sweatshirts) from catalogs. After internet shopping became a thing, I bought them online.
But shopping for a dress is so much different from buying the same pair of jeans you always buy or choosing a shirt or even a skirt that doesn't have to fit perfectly, depending on the style. I don't actually mind buying skirts. A skirt just has to fit one...area, and a person can always buy a blouse/sweater/whatever in a different size, but a dress has to cover so much territory. And that territory is a path traveled by dragons, IMO. There's the waist and the rear end and the boobs. You have to have nice shoes so that your legs--which are now visible--look good. You have to decide what style--and length--compliment your legs. And then there's sleeve length. Short? Long? Sleeveless?
But I digress (thinking of dragons or dresses will do that to a person). Getting back to the point, most of the time I didn't have to worry about buying dresses (or facing dragons), because I only needed nicer dresses when I went to conferences, and I rarely do that anymore. But now and then, there's an event, such as a wedding, and then I have to make myself go out and actually go into a fitting room--where the lighting is designed to make one's complexion and figure look worse than usual--and try things on. Shudder!
Today was one of those days. I looked in my closet and realized that I owned only one dress, and it was loose in places where it shouldn't be loose. I was trapped. I was actually going to have to go out, figure out what size I was and try to find something that covered my flaws.
So today I spent over four hours (almost five!) trying on dresses in a marathon shopping expedition. The sizing turned out to be less complicated than I had thought it might (yay!), the dressing rooms were better than some I've visited in the past, and I was determined to come home with something serviceable (because I did not want to have to repeat the experience). Surprisingly I came home with more than one something (I wanted at least one backup dress, because some of us--that would be moi--have a tendency to spill things).
Here's what I brought home:
An Ellen Tracy
So, are you a shopper or would you rather face a lion in its den (like me)? And if clothes shopping gives you joy, what do you like most about the experience? (There is one thing I like about it. It gives me a chance to catch up on styles, so that I can dress my heroines in something other than jeans).
Have a great day!
Myrna (Yes, there are far worse things than shopping, but it's so much fun to moan about it).