I went shopping this weekend. I ended up going alone due to a change in my friend's plans, but since Amanda had a three hour church rehearsal, and I had my husband's blessing, I tried to take advantage of the alone time. As I walked around the mall, I felt decidedly like one of the poor souls that Stacy and Clinton feature on What Not to Wear, who end up near tears in their frustrated states. I am not a shopper. Although I have a fairly good idea of what I was looking for, finding it was an entirely different matter. I tried on some things, and I even ventured into Ann Taylor--a place where I have never shopped, but women whose style I admire, do. I tried on several items there, but nothing wowed me enough to pay the price. I'm trying to get over my sticker shock, and if I love something, I'm going to buy it, but it should wow me.
After becoming despondent after an hour in the mall, I took refuge in a familiar store--Waldenbooks. I went to the Food Court, bought a Diet Coke, and found a bench, thinking I might just wait out my time reading. I read for a little while, and decided to leave and make a practical stop at the grocery store before picking Amanda up. I had entered through Macy's and that had been my first frustrating stop. However, I exited via a different way, and found clothes that I had not found when I first got there. Clothes I had looked for but didn't know where to find them. Casual clothes, but not T-shirts. So, I tried on several pair of jeans and several tops. I ended up buying a short-sleeved shirt on clearance, two pairs of jeans (one of which I've decided to take back), and three sweaters. I am not suited up to walk the runway, but I'm happy with my purchases.
I am not finished yet.
The Superficial Change