The dreaded past time

This weekend we went shopping. A female favorite past time that I hate. The hunter gatherer mentality of the chase to find the perfect article drives me nuts. I hate it. It is no wonder women love this sport, same reason men stalk the clubs and bars, it is similar to dating for men. To find that ultimate prize... the shirt that makes me look the skinniest or the perkiest boobs. As for me looking for a simple plain shirt is almost impossible these days. Perhaps I dislike it because I do not understand it. Ideally I am about comfort, yet none of the cool in style fashions are comfortable.

I felt odd trying on children's clothes. I am not a tiny person (5'9" tall - 34DD chest). I thought for sure I was going to get stuck with the embarrassment of needing help to get out of the clothing. To my amazement the shirts not only fit, but were what I had been searching for. I contemplate if I am smaller than I realize, or if the clothes are getting bigger. I paid $6 bucks for the same shirt that was $20 bucks in the adult size.

The shopping experience was not as horrid as I made it out to be. I did find a Christmas gift for my dad. Now if I only knew what my sister and mother wanted I would be okay.

I did spend most of the day Saturday looking for a pair of shoes. If I am going to be on my feet the majority of the night in a high heel shoe they must be comfortable. $80 later I found a simple shinny red stiletto heel that was actually comfortable. I wouldn't trade comfort for fashion, but when you find them both in one package it is a bargain.

Even though I was disappointed I wasted most of the morning, I did meet a new potential friend. Strange how I meet people everywhere I go. She seemed nice and said she would attend a yoga class with me. The idea of meeting a friend in a shoe store is strange, but there have been weirder moments.