In Which I Actually Went Shopping
So, the fact that I hate shopping with a burning passion nearly equal to my distaste for mosquitoes (whose mothers should be poisoned in their sleep) means that I shop very, very rarely. Which is also possibly why I end up spending ridiculous sums of money when I do shop--as today, for instance, when I ended up with a sum upwards of three hundred dollars. But, in the space of two hours, I got four pairs of jeans, four shirts, three belts, six pairs of socks, and underwear. All of which I rather desperately needed, since I had one pair of pants that I could still wear in public (and it had a hole in the knee and a few other places) and both belts I had were torn to pieces.
But still. Three hundred dollars.
A good portion of that was a leather hip bag, since I couldn't find any jeans with functional pockets and needed something in which to put my wallet, keys, and phone. Something other than a purse. I refuse to carry a purse. The hip bag is also a belt, and should fit all of my necessities both without being awkward and without requiring me to give up hands to hold it. And, hey, it's made of recycled leather, which is kind of neat. I had to order the bag online, though, so I can't test it out for another week or so. Sigh.
In the meantime, I feel much poorer, despite the fact that my parents pay for my clothing. Of course, I now have unhole-y clothes that actually fit, so I can't really complain.
But still. Three hundred dollars.
A good portion of that was a leather hip bag, since I couldn't find any jeans with functional pockets and needed something in which to put my wallet, keys, and phone. Something other than a purse. I refuse to carry a purse. The hip bag is also a belt, and should fit all of my necessities both without being awkward and without requiring me to give up hands to hold it. And, hey, it's made of recycled leather, which is kind of neat. I had to order the bag online, though, so I can't test it out for another week or so. Sigh.
In the meantime, I feel much poorer, despite the fact that my parents pay for my clothing. Of course, I now have unhole-y clothes that actually fit, so I can't really complain.