Wellbread Mom

Seriously, is there anything that's more depressing than clothing shopping.?  I had a couple of glorious hours allotted to spend however I pleased this morning.  Off to Goodwill.  I found a polka-dotty skirt and dress, and that wasn't the soul-sucking part of the day.  Then I decided I'd like to try for some shirts at the mall.  That's the mistake.

Here is the problem I have:  I don't fit into any easy, normal demographic.  I am not a teenager or an octogenarian.  I am not quite plus-sized and not quite regular sized.  I'm not country or preppy or minimalist.  Most importantly, I don't want to look just like everyone else.

I'd call my ideal look a little bit punk-rockstar, with lots of black stripes and boots.  I also have a fondness for goofy novelty print dresses and graphic tees and odd whimsical thrift store things. I realize that's a bit schizophrenic.  I call it circus-goth sometimes.

I don't like most of what the stores have to offer.  I spend an hour or two riffling through the racks, finding something I like a bit and realizing it won't fit me.  Sometimes, I stop into Old Navy in desperation at the end and buy something because I don't want to go home empty-handed.  Then I remember why I don't like their stuff when it falls apart or shrinks up wonkily.

I'm pretty frustrated with the whole shopping in person thing.  I am also terrified to buy online, wait for shipping, and realize the item still doesn't work for me.  But I think I'll have to give it a shot. Maybe I'll also give sewing for myself a try.  I need some nerdy dresses to wear with cardigans and tights and boots for the winter, I think.

End rant.  On the bright side, a hipster guy at Goodwill told me my glasses were cool.