I once enjoyed shopping. Putting outfits together, trying them on, and finding a deal. Maybe busyness turned it into a chore. Styling clothing isn’t in my toolbox of skills nor is it my love language. Two kids and midlife later, nothing seems to fit. Unless frumpy counts as a good fit.
The skirt I liked? The top paired with the skirt on the rack didn’t fit well with no option to size up. I can’t figure out what top to add to make it work. Plus, the fabric is ridiculous for wearing in sweltering central Texas heat. Back with your friends you go, skirt.
I debated getting a functional and cute cream colored jean jacket. I’ll use it for conference week. The perfect touch for layering. Do I need a jacket? No. It fit. I liked it. It’s getting added to my wardrobe. Should last a decade, much like what I already own.
There’s an oversized t-shirt perfect for layering over a workout tank. 100 % cotton, what a nice surprise. Is it too oversized? I size down and choose green instead of washed-out coral. Meh. I keep my first choice.
Pants. Endless racks of pants. All made for people with long, willowy giraffe legs. Too short for regular, too tall for petite. Black athleisure pants make the cut, but they’ll get two or three wearings before the heat and humidity kick in and I switch to wearing loose dresses, skirts, and cropped chinos.
The checkout line snakes around and grows to extend past the middle of the store, a retail python devouring materialism and must haves. This many people shot at brick and mortar stores even with people shopping online? If you think retail shopping is dead, try again.
Swift transactions keep the line moving surprisingly quick. I politely decline all of the offers for discounts, credit cards, rewards programs and everything else designed to get me back in the door. Know what would get me back through the door? Clothes in my size that fit.
Nerds Beget Nerds 
Shopping is not my happy place! Give me a bookstore or a library over clothes shopping any day. Glad you found a few things you liked.
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I could feel the frustration! My personal peeve is trying to find pants that fit my apple belly without having circus tent sized legs…Still working on my conference outfits. Will be raining Wed-Fri…
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I tried some flowy black linen pants(stretchy waist) with white floral print. Just nope. Need the giraffe legs. We are such an untapped market.
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I hate shopping also! Clothes don’t look so good and when trying things on…. ugh! It’s so frustrating! I can feel exactly what you describe.
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I like the inner monologue you shared in this slice. I’m hit or miss with shopping. Sometimes I love it and but all the things, and other times I walk out defeated and empty-handed. Glad you got a few things this time around.
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This slice really speaks to me. Releasing a hint of humor (first paragraph) and a need to leave with an outfit that fits! The figurative language used here is perfect:
“The checkout line snakes around and grows to extend past the middle of the store, a retail python devouring materialism and must haves.”
You share your amazement even though people continue to shop online. Your title is also perfect! It rhymes with what’s not there “Shopping spree”.
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Thank you, Juliette.
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I still love to put together outfits and find fun pieces. My issue is is that nothing inspires me anymore. It all feels blah!
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Aha! Everything does feel blah. Might be fun if there was something exciting-that also fits.
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Really enjoyed this slice and being a part of your internal decision making. I rarely shop, but when I do, I love a good deal. However, if a line is “a retail python devouring materialism and must haves”, I leave empty handed even if I found something good.
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Out of desperation I stayed in line. Desperation because my wardrobe is sparse. Fortunately I wasn’t in line long. They had a good system going and I drafted most of this post on my phone. Multi-tasking wins!
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