I have a love/hate relationship with shopping. When I am desperate for something to wear for a special occasion, I turn so incredibly picky and almost sabotage my search to find something. But when I don’t have the money to shop, I come home with things I don’t need. Like Deano, money burns a hole in my pocket. Usually, I cram shopping time between other tasks, so I grab anything that could work, try it on (often on top of my clothes in the store so I don’t really have to change), and if it fits and I like it, it’s purchased in multiple colors.
Shopping has always been a challenge because of my body. I’m tall and all legs, so finding pants that actually come close to covering my shoes and my butt crack is nearly a miracle. I have always started at the back of the rack where the larger sizes live, and then go from there. And I usually settle for “this will do”.
On Friday, I searched for hours for a dress to wear for my cousin’s baby shower. I am a co-host, and it’s a special event for me because she’s like my sister. My mom and aunt and I have worked hard putting it all together from far away. Usually my shopping experience goes like this: Find 5 dresses, in multiple shades of dark colors to camouflage my body, and grab each in two sizes. Try on said 5 dresses, and one usually fits, tightly. Most are unflattering, I usually have a minor meltdown in the dressing room silently to myself, and I take the tear-stained mediocre dress to the register and buy it.
Friday, I tried on probably over 30 dresses. I would have been over the moon with any Continue reading