August 26, 2002 - 10:07 AM
Guten morgen.
It's yet another Monday and here I am, in my new smocked shirt (non-sewing people will not know what this is) with the smocking down the front and my shiney (I'm shiney!) new pants.
I spent a shitload of money on Friday night. I was severely depressed, however I have been converted into the belief that buying new clothes when one is depressed is good therapy. I couldn't really afford it. Actually, I could this month, because I'm not giving Mum any money for the shit that I owe her. Since I cancelled my host subscription *whimper* I had the dosh to spend... and spend I did. Three shirts and four pairs of pants later... I am $295 poorer. Which was okay actually, because it was a 20% off sale at Katies 1626 and I got about $80 knocked off the total cost. Bargain! Though I whimpered a bit when I realized just how much damage was done on my savings account. But I figured I'm still in the green. Three weeks until I get paid again and I've got about $800 to last me until then (fuck, I hate being paid monthly). Don't think that's alot. There's still a shopping (groceries) trip in that and various bills that need paying as well before the next time I get paid.
Oh well... I rationalize everything. I needed the new clothes though. No really. I've got nothing to wear when the weather gets warmer. I'm all long sleeved shirts and pants and heavy cotton and polyester and stuff. Nothing light and airy anymore.
So I bought light an airy. I bought shiney (shiney!) charcoal pants. Two pairs of indigo light denim pants that I can conceivably get away with wearing at work. A new pair of jeans which are actually a size too big but they are meant to be stretch. I hate stretch denim with a vengeance, but these were a wide-leg cut, which looked quite nice. So I just bought a bigger size so they don't stretch around my wide tree-trunk legs and viola! Pretty jeans!
Then came the smocked shirt. At first I went "Ew!", then when I was looking for shirts, I kept going back to it. Finally, when I picked up my jeans, I thought "Bugger it, it'll be different and it'll look nice." And it is different... and it is nice. And everyones complimenting me on the colour. Purple suits me apparently. As does green, red and blue.
I'm blonde, people, what colour apart from beige is not going to suit me? Hell, even beige, when worn with my blank dress-pants and olive psuedo-suede jacket.
Anyway, I also bought two shirts of the same style though in different colours... a muted olive green and black (of course). Three-quarter length sleeves are nice. I'm not always trying to push the sleeves up on them because they are already high enough not to bug me. I am a compulsive sleeve roller.
Heh. There is nothing like walking into a clothes shop and walking from rack to rack, willy-nilly picking up clothes and dropping them on the counter, cheerfully telling the sales lady to bag it all for me. She was all too happy to do that. She works on commission, as far as she was concerned I could have bought out the entire shop.
Which I nearly did.
I became known as the "girl on a shopping spree" on Friday night. I am Spree Girl! Yay!
There were other women in the shop with their jaws at their feet as I kept coming out of the changeroom with yet another item of clothing that I was going to buy.
And that makes it sound like I was in there for hours, doesn't it?
I was in there 15, maybe 20 minutes max. I hate clothes shopping. The whole get-undressed-get-dressed-turn-look-critisize-poke-get-undressed-get-dressed cycle of trying on clothes in small changerooms with sales ladies constantly hounding me if I have the right size or if I want the lovely jacket that seems to go with everything *rolling eyes*.
Here's how I shop:
I walk in, I pick up a lot of stuff in one hit real quick (up to about 15 items), I go into a changeroom and I try it all on real quick, sometimes in various combinations if I feel like taking the extra time to do that, then I walk out (re-dressed of course) and put back what I don't like if they don't have the "We'll put it back on the coat-hangers properly and put it back for you" service at the changeroom door. Then I'll walk about the shop for a couple of minutes looking at some other stuff. Then I'll pick up most of what I originally had and debate over what I really need/want/think looks the best. Then I'll buy everything anyway.
It doesn't take long at all.
Heh, sometimes it's cool being a girl.
