I’m not one of those girls who likes shopping. I don’t relish picking out clothes from a rack, I don’t enjoy bringing everything to the try-on rooms and I especially don’t enjoy actually trying everything on.
Part of it is that I’m not a size 4. Part of it, though, is that nothing ever seems to fit right, even when it is the right size, and if it does, it either doesn’t have pockets (pants) or is horribly short (dress) or the neckline goes down to the navel (shirts). Most of my shopping trips end in muttered rants against the fashion industry, which by the end of the trip I usually believe hates women.
Unfortunately, my family is having three weddings this summer, and I need to find a dress. At least one dress. Preferably two.
The good news is, my mother is going to join me in shopping. Misery loves company, after all.
I already promised I’d at least try to be good.