Outlet Mall Shopping
Today was a nice, crisp fall day at the outlet mall. I would say too bad that other people were there. But it was actually not all that crowded. Even given the present state of the economy, the place is typically packed with people out for a stroll, especially on a nice day. Maybe they’ve moved up into the scenery of the mountains, which happen to be free.
I did what I do every time that I try on clothes after an extended period without trying on any clothes: assume that I am much fatter than I actually am. I went into the Dress Barn plus size and picked up clothing in random sizes. Since I usually sew, or refashion clothing, I have next to no idea what size I am in ready to wear. The stuff in my closet is in four different sizes at least. So who knows?
Nothing I tried on fit, at all, even a little. Saved from my own presumptions again. I did not become inspired to try on smaller clothing. I was bored with it and left.
Then I went to get what had brought me out in the first place: underwear. I know some people sew their own underwear. I have seen many a pattern for converting old tee shirts into panties. But I have no desire to do so. I could always change my mind. Because previously I had no desire to sew purses, leather or any other specialty fabric. But whatever, today I went to the Jockey outlet and got underwear, with very little effort on my part.
I also went to Hanes, Coach, Clarks and Cole Haan. Coach baffles me. I have yet to understand the hype. I have a wallet that I purchased from Coach. It has held up well. But mainly I go in there and try to figure out why people are crazy about it. The Cole Haan store has really incredible leather, and high heels with Nike Air soles. This attracts me. Logos on fabric that cost five times what it would cost me to make the same bag from very similar materials is beyond my comprehension.
I thought I would buy an article of clothing – something not underwear today – and need to use a get out of refashionista jail free card. But the unintended consequence of participating in something like Wardrobe Refashion, for me anyway, is that now I really only like clothes that fit me exactly. And that is absolutely not going to happen unless I sew it myself.
Today was also a very typical family day. I woke up to my child bouncing into the bed announcing it time to wake up at 7:00 AM.
I told DH I needed to get out of the house and while putting on makeup DD entered the bathroom and asked for a bath. I told her I’m leaving, ask Daddy. The two of them came back and he said, “Oh, I forgot it takes you an hour to leave.”
Ten minutes. It took me ten minutes to put on makeup and sandals and leave. Ugh.
