Dream a little dream
I dreamt again last night. Only this time it was about my interview tomorrow. Evidently, I forgot my shoes. Also, it was unprofessional to have yarn marking the pages of my samples. I'm so excited about dreaming that even anxiety dreams are okay.
In other news, I want my Bon Marche back. Macy's believes that anyone over size 14 should wear those apalling rayon patterned mumu shirts with frickin' bows at the neck that were so pervasive in the 80s. Think about your aunt. I bet she owned one. The only thing I felt even remotely like trying on was a red leather jacket, and it was above my budget. Fooey on them. Ugh.
Then I went to Lane Bryant, where I similarly struck out. Hello, clothing manufacturors of America! Unless we are actually pregnant, we do not want clothing that makes us look pregnant. Also, ruching that emphasizes my "assets" is an automatic strike. The only thing I tried on was a fitted linen shirt, which looked pretty good, but not $50 of good, and hello, I do not have a linen lifestyle. Also, the skirt that went with it was totally blah, and $40. I don't think so.
Then I went to Target, and ended up getting a $9 t-shirt. I thought about the $20 poplin men's shirt, but it didn't have the french cuffs, and I love french cuffs. Then I continued my reign of indecisiveness, taking an hour to buy
1) underwear
2) a t-shirt
3) two movies (Bulletproof Monk and Sense and Sensibility)
4) a pair of pajama pants (on sale!)
5) a frozen pizza
I am embittered, though. I guess I don't get to buy pretty clothes this season.
The underwear is not bad, though. In that I am not noticing it. That is what I demand from my ordinary underwear.
In other news, I want my Bon Marche back. Macy's believes that anyone over size 14 should wear those apalling rayon patterned mumu shirts with frickin' bows at the neck that were so pervasive in the 80s. Think about your aunt. I bet she owned one. The only thing I felt even remotely like trying on was a red leather jacket, and it was above my budget. Fooey on them. Ugh.
Then I went to Lane Bryant, where I similarly struck out. Hello, clothing manufacturors of America! Unless we are actually pregnant, we do not want clothing that makes us look pregnant. Also, ruching that emphasizes my "assets" is an automatic strike. The only thing I tried on was a fitted linen shirt, which looked pretty good, but not $50 of good, and hello, I do not have a linen lifestyle. Also, the skirt that went with it was totally blah, and $40. I don't think so.
Then I went to Target, and ended up getting a $9 t-shirt. I thought about the $20 poplin men's shirt, but it didn't have the french cuffs, and I love french cuffs. Then I continued my reign of indecisiveness, taking an hour to buy
1) underwear
2) a t-shirt
3) two movies (Bulletproof Monk and Sense and Sensibility)
4) a pair of pajama pants (on sale!)
5) a frozen pizza
I am embittered, though. I guess I don't get to buy pretty clothes this season.
The underwear is not bad, though. In that I am not noticing it. That is what I demand from my ordinary underwear.