I hate shopping for myself. Anyone else? Tap, tap... this thing on?
I would rather get a mammogram and a pap smear on the same day than go shopping for myself.
For some women, it's the money. If it's actually in the bank account, there are a thousand other ways we can spend it. We just don't feel right about spending on ourselves that way. Even if we are down to our last pair of good pants (meaning they will button and the thighs are wearing thin) and have worn the same three shirts over and over for a few weeks. Usually washed in between.
Usually.
For others, it's the time. We never have enough time to look. Or it's boring. Or it takes too long to find "the one." (It's not a house, Mabel!)
And for others, it's a body and fit kind of thing. As in, we have real women bodies and those clothes don't fit like we thought they would. We don't know our style, we only know what we don't like, and we definitely do not want to be measured.
Obviously, I'm in all three categories. My husband actually nags me to go and shop for myself! He's a nice guy and all but the Real Reason is that he's sick of hearing me complain about the Clothes Situation. While I'm standing in front of a closet full of clothes. That don't fit. But I keep on doing it. We've been married twelve years and he has been begging me to spend money on myself and get whatever clothes I need for, let's see... twelve years. I've tried, I truly have. BUT I CAN'T FIND THEM.
And I am so unfamiliar and unhappy with my bigger body (see three kids, c sections, meds, emotional eater, hate to exercise, all of the above) that I don't know how to dress it.
It's not like I'm picky: I don't do stripes, or pleats, or most florals, or pastels, or flounces, and definitely not peplum. My shoulders are weird, my boobs are big, my arms are robust and not due to pumping iron, although I have a 35 lb 2 year old and I should have the muscled arms of a stevedore. I don't wear tight, or revealing, or high-maintenance, and if it requires special undergarments, you can forget it. Other than that, I'm good. So somewhere between a judge's robe and coveralls, there has to be something attractive and comfortable that FITS and slims my kangaroo pouch and makes me look rested that's on sale and/ or under $35 but I haven't found it yet.
I'm part of a group of women around the world who make their own clothes from these really accessible patterns and they can be tailored to fit any body measurements. Don't be too impressed. I only lurk there, haven't made a thing. I'm almost desperate enough to do it. Hauling out the sewing machine and trying it can't be as bad as shopping.
I would rather get a mammogram and a pap smear on the same day than go shopping for myself.
For some women, it's the money. If it's actually in the bank account, there are a thousand other ways we can spend it. We just don't feel right about spending on ourselves that way. Even if we are down to our last pair of good pants (meaning they will button and the thighs are wearing thin) and have worn the same three shirts over and over for a few weeks. Usually washed in between.
Usually.
For others, it's the time. We never have enough time to look. Or it's boring. Or it takes too long to find "the one." (It's not a house, Mabel!)
And for others, it's a body and fit kind of thing. As in, we have real women bodies and those clothes don't fit like we thought they would. We don't know our style, we only know what we don't like, and we definitely do not want to be measured.
Obviously, I'm in all three categories. My husband actually nags me to go and shop for myself! He's a nice guy and all but the Real Reason is that he's sick of hearing me complain about the Clothes Situation. While I'm standing in front of a closet full of clothes. That don't fit. But I keep on doing it. We've been married twelve years and he has been begging me to spend money on myself and get whatever clothes I need for, let's see... twelve years. I've tried, I truly have. BUT I CAN'T FIND THEM.
And I am so unfamiliar and unhappy with my bigger body (see three kids, c sections, meds, emotional eater, hate to exercise, all of the above) that I don't know how to dress it.
It's not like I'm picky: I don't do stripes, or pleats, or most florals, or pastels, or flounces, and definitely not peplum. My shoulders are weird, my boobs are big, my arms are robust and not due to pumping iron, although I have a 35 lb 2 year old and I should have the muscled arms of a stevedore. I don't wear tight, or revealing, or high-maintenance, and if it requires special undergarments, you can forget it. Other than that, I'm good. So somewhere between a judge's robe and coveralls, there has to be something attractive and comfortable that FITS and slims my kangaroo pouch and makes me look rested that's on sale and/ or under $35 but I haven't found it yet.
I'm part of a group of women around the world who make their own clothes from these really accessible patterns and they can be tailored to fit any body measurements. Don't be too impressed. I only lurk there, haven't made a thing. I'm almost desperate enough to do it. Hauling out the sewing machine and trying it can't be as bad as shopping.
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