Shopping, how I hate shopping. Clothes shopping is the worst. I normally buy my clothes at a thrift store or on the online swap sites. Thrift stores are cheap enough that if they don’t fit when I get them home you are usually only out a couple dollars. It is odd that I would shop at a thrift store since I have this germ thing going on. I always wash my hands as soon as I get home and wash the clothes a couple times before I wear them. One of the many reason that I hate shopping for clothes is: what I think I should look like in them and what I actually look like in them are not even close. I picture myself always at least 20 years younger and fifty pounds lighter. When I look in the mirror I see a fifty-two year old “full figured” gal resembling a busted can of biscuits.
My friends give me clothes. They get tired of seeing me in the same clothes over and over again. I got a pair of maternity pants a couple years ago that were so comfortable. I had to wear a long shirt to cover the panel in front. I worn them to Thanksgiving because they stretched enough for me to eat as much as I wanted. I didn’t even know they made maternity clothes anymore. I see all the pregnant girls walking around in their tank tops and seat pants and just figured maternity clothes went the way of the phone booth.
I invited a friend to go to the mall with me once to finish my Christmas shopping. She loves to shop. I got everything on my list and told her I was ready to go. The look of disappointment on her face was priceless. We had been at the mall less than thirty minutes. I have to say that sometimes my organization skills are flawless. I lured her away from the mall with the promise of a good lunch, my treat.
Walmart is also a sore spot for me. I have to be in the mood to go there and I want to be in and out. My boys do not like to go with me. When the baby was younger he would pretty much throw himself in front of the cart to keep me from going down the book aisle. (My favorite and only reason to go Walmart, especially when Janet Evanovich has a new book out.)
Food shopping is so depressing. I spend my hard earned money on a small bag of food. It is gone in a couple days and I have to go back. I know what you are thinking. Why don’t I shop for a week. Well, this is why. 1. I don’t want to be in the store that long. 2. I don’t want to spend all my money. 3. I don’t want to lug all the crap I buy up the steps and into the house. 4. I don’t want to put it up and 5. I sure as hell don’t want to cook it. I usually go to G & W Grocery store. It’s a little more expensive but has good sales. They have these little bitty carts that my purse won’t even fit in. My purses are the same story as clothes. I never buy them. They are given to me. I usually use a purse until it is hanging by one strap or all the fake leather is peeling off. When I was carrying my really ratty purse, three people, each gave me a purse. These will probably last me the rest of my life. My friend, Ty, gave me a really nice Coach purse. I tried to talk her out of it but she was adamant that I take it. I am more of a Walmart purse kinda girl than a Coach purse kinda girl. I have grown to love it. It is really large and can hold about twenty pounds of my stuff. Thankfully the straps are holding up. I gave one of my old purses to the daycare. For the next week there was always a child chasing after me shouting, “Here Miss Paula, you forgot your purse.” As you can tell I am easily sidetracked. Back to the grocery store. Never-mind, I don’t remember what I was going to say.