The Mall

There are certain days where I am convinced that men have it easier than women.  The days where I have to go to the mall are most certainly one of those days.

I got an e-mail from Dillard's about their upcoming "extra 30% off already permanently reduced inventory" sale, and was invited to take advantage of the sale a day before the general public because of my status as a Dillard's account holder.  Sounds good, especially considering that Jerry's work shirts are normally around $50, and they were on sale for $30, so with an extra 30% off, that's $21.  To me, this is a good deal, and I thought we should take advantage, so I picked Jerry up from work for a lunch-time shopping trip.

We walked into Dillard's, went to the "dress shirt" section, found the fixture labeled "Neck Size 16" and proceeded to select six shirts, grabbed a couple of bundles of socks, and checked out.  I took him back to work.  I then headed back to Dillard's to see if I could find some tops for me that were a good deal as well.

Time Elapsed:  1 hour
Shirts: 6

I headed to the women's Dillard's (our mall has two Dillard's stores - one for men / kids / housewares / furniture, and one for women.)  Let's see - I wanted business casual shirts.  What department would that be?  Oh, all over the store.  I know my measurements, but would that help?  No, because all designers use different dress forms to make their clothes, so you can't rely on the size that's on the garment - you must try each item on.  I gather up several items that might be suitable, and head to the dressing rooms.  Unfortunately, this season's "look" is apparently knit and clingy, and everything I tried did not flatter me in any way.  After three rounds in the dressing room, I gave up.

Time Elapsed:  2 hours
Shirts: 0
Self-loathing:  High

I hate shopping.

The problem is, I have to go shopping.  The whole re-entering the workforce is going to make it a necessity. Unfortunately, between a sluggish thyroid, lack of exercise, and just plain gluttony where sweets are concerned, it isn't a very pleasant experience.

Oh, and to make this shopping trip even better, while I was taking a break for lunch I got a call from my credit card company wanting to know if I'd bought $3,700+ of women's accessories in Ohio the previous day.  Hello?  I am the woman who won't even buy new clothes unless they are an extra 30% off clearance,  so I'm thinking that, no, $3,700 of accessories wasn't me.  Ugh.

So maybe it's better that I didn't find anything anyway.  I've got a few days until my new card gets here - I suppose I could use the time to get started on a fitness regimen.

Or I could go eat a box of Girl Scout cookies.  We only have 120 boxes in the house.  Help!  Call me if you want to save me from myself - only $3.50 a box!