I commented to the family at our Thanksgiving dinner that the husband had made me buy clothes, mostly because the husband working on a holiday meant I was shopping while everyone else was gorging and I thought I had gotten a respectable deal. It was actually better than the Black Friday deals. My sister laughed because it was a rather inconceivable sentiment to her.
To say that I hate shopping for clothes is an understatement.
I’m in the process of boxing up
all a number of the clothes that I bought so that I can ship them back to Old Navy (because they’re all mail return only). They arrived this morning and this afternoon when I go to pick up Groceries from school they’ll be at the UPS Store ready to head back. Too big. Oddly shaped. Looks like a pair of pajamas. Too big. Too big. Too big. Too big.
Old Navy isn’t particularly interested in my business, though, because in order to exchange the stuff that’s too big, I have to pay for them again, ship back my return, and then wait for a refund.
I’m ready to head down to Farm & Fleet, buy myself a pair of mom jeans, and call it done.