There are days when I am struck with the undeniable impulse to shop – today was one of those days, and being that I’ve been practicing great restraint since my big closet purge last month, I decided I would allow myself a little retail indulgence this afternoon. I hit up a couple of department stores down in Southcenter, hoping to find a cute top or two to wear on our upcoming vacation. After several unsuccessful bouts in the dressing room, I had to ask myself: what is up with the latest fashions these days? It’s like clothes are intentionally being made to fit the female figure poorly – to bunch up in all the wrong places, with ruffles in unfortunate locations and fabrics that either rest on your hips like a cardboard box or find that one area of your body that you’re less than thrilled about and cling to it for dear life. We’ve all had those strike-out days in the dressing rooms – I guess today was my turn. So I wandered over to the undergarments section, thinking I could surely find something to buy there. And I was kind of appalled by the fact that more than half of the items in that section were designed to squeeze, push, tuck, and hide, with comfort apparently being waaaay down on the list of selling points. So I need a push-up bra and a pair of Spanks in order to wear that stylish new top that’s really just going to make people think that I’m pregnant, anyway? Sometimes it’s hard being a woman. Not to get all ‘woe-is-me’ – I know that I am blessed with a closet full of perfectly wearable clothes, but seriously, it shouldn’t be that hard for me to walk into a store and find a shirt that is going to reaffirm the positive body image that I’ve worked at for years. I deserve to feel good about myself, and I deserve to actually feel good while feeling good about myself, rather than feeling pinched and squeezed and concerned about compromised blood circulation. But I wasn’t going to let the man get me down, so I hopped back in the car and sought solace in the aisles of DSW, knowing that you can always count on a good pair of heels to come through in a clutch. Strike three – apparently it’s sandals season in Seattle, as evidenced by three-quarters of their inventory. And since my toes aren’t quite ready to make their Springtime debut, I left the shoe shore empty-handed. In the end, I drove back home with a new pair of one-size-fits-all earrings* and spent the remainder of they day in my favorite sweats. You win some, you lose some.
(*full disclosure: OK, I also found a pretty flattering new raincoat, but my frustration seems so much more justified if I leave that part out…)