No Thrill In Shopping

I know plenty of women who treat shopping as a competitive sport. They seem to have an endless capacity to go from store to store accessing the merchandise and making many purchases. I am not one of those women. If I need something I try and find it as quickly as possible, but I do my best not to need anything.

One issue with losing, or gaining weight, is you need new clothes. Since I am on the losing side I have done my best to to shop in my closet of dreams, the one that held clothes much too small. I have gotten to the place where even the clothes in that closet are too big. So that means I have to shop.

My mother, who likes shopping, asked me if I was having fun buying new clothes. I told her it could not be further from fun. I go into store and in a very short time I am tired of the hunt.

Today I had to meet a friend at the mall. I got there a little early, thinking I would shop a little. I realized as I walked the corridor that it had been years since I had actually been in the mall because most of the stores I knew were gone, replaced by others.

I went to Ann Taylor because I had seen a blouse online I was interested in. I had to wait a minute for the clerk to unlock the door. I didn’t even realize the stores did not open until 11:00. I was the only customer, but that did not mean I had help. I picked out about eight things to try on.

All of them were too big. Eventually someone asked if I needed anything and I asked for the next size down. Everything I tried on was nice, and I could have brought all of it, but I tried to be as discerning as possible and ended up purchasing two blouses.

I was then off to meet my friend and as I wandered through Nordstrom, where we were meeting, I realized I was totally done with shopping. Half an hour was all I could handle. I do not know how women go from store to store. Spending hours just looking at stuff.

Shopping is the most boring activity I can think of.