I hate to shop. There, I said it. I don’t like crowds, and I don’t like dealing with rude, apathetic, or downright hateful salespeople. I especially dislike shopping for clothes for myself because I’m overweight enough that NOTHING looks good when I try it on. For the first time in my adult life I am going to have to soon begin wearing something other than scrubs to work. The “powers that be” have decided that the nurses who do my particular job need to dress in “business casual” with lab coats. I don’t own any “business casual”. I own scrubs, jeans, sweats, and wedding/funeral clothes.
My friend Lisa hates to shop almost as much as I do, so when we were having lunch last Saturday and she suggested we head on over to the mall and do some shopping I nearly choked on my shrimp taco. It turned out she had a party to go to that night and needed a new outfit to wear, and since I’d been whining about the “business casual” thing for a couple of weeks sharing the misery seemed to be a good idea. We walked through the frigid, snowy parking lot into a large department store populated with teensy little bikinis. These things would maybe have fit a four-year-old, but no grown woman I knew would be shoving body parts into them. After trekking to the opposite end of the store and taking the escalator up a floor we finally found the grown-up woman clothes in an unobtrusive corner. You had to really want it. Lisa found a cute outfit, and I found a couple of tops for work, but the really interesting items were the ones we DIDN’T buy.
Actually, I was tempted to buy this. It was on sale for $14 and I thought if I wore it to work the first day the new dress code goes into effect it would make a statement. And I’m 100% sure there is nothing in the dress code prohibiting vests made of mongrel dog fur.
I love the big fashion rings you see everywhere now. They really add the finishing touch to an outfit . . . unless, of course, they have pom-poms embedded in them.
Next trip: shoes.