Shopping

I don't like shopping. I can't say that I hate it. I just don't love it. But every now and then, I feel that I must venture out to at least look for items to replace worn and ratty items in my closet. Thank goodness I don't have to dress up for work. God was truly looking out for me when he led me to this job.

I don't like to shop mainly because I don't like to try things on. Every woman understands that, I'm sure. It is an ordeal. A trial. A pain.

My needs are simple. Very simple. When it's hot: shorts, tee shirt, and tennis shoes. When it's cold: warm-up of some sort and, again, tennis shoes. If I'm not going to work: flip-flops.

My needs in shorts are very specific: 5-6" inseam. I certainly don't need anything shorter at my age. Anything longer just looks ridiculous on me. However, it's difficult to find shorts that fit everywhere I need them to fit. Fit one place, gap another.

Let's move on. I prefer short-sleeved cotton knit shirts in bold, solid colors. I know. Boring. No stripes. And most prints out there either are for the very young set or at least one age group above mine. Really I'd just like white. Consider it my uniform. No decisions.

I do not like to be forced to dress up. The mere thought of panty hose, heels, dresses, and lots of jewelry makes me choke. I don't even want to wear dangly earrings in hot weather, because I don't want them to touch my neck.

We're going to a function in a couple of weeks that requires me to think about what to wear. This forces me to consider:
a) What is casual dress ?
b) Who defines casual dress?
c) Do I care?
d) If I care, what will I wear? and
e) Where will I find something to wear?

Bueller? Bueller? Bueller?