A Necessary Evil
Heather recently posted about things we don’t want to do, and quite a few replied that shopping for clothes fits neatly under this category. I’m going to expand on this theme and add that shopping for evening gowns definitely, undeniably, irrefutably stinks.
I have to get one by the end of the month, and holy hell it’s driving me up the wall. Part of the problem is I live about 90 minutes away from the nearest commercial town of any size, so any drive is a mission. Add to this the fact that my employers have specified that it has to be floor-length. It might, if it’s super classy, be ankle or low-calf-length, but knee length is out of the question. So no cocktail dresses. Plus, it has to be dress. Not a skirt and top. A dress.
And of course, I’ve tried on what feels like a gazillion different dresses, and whaddya know? One is too expensive. Another fits the top and not the bottom. A third is the reverse. A fourth, which I’ve termed the Desert Slut dress, makes me look like, well, you know. Plus countless others. And after two such shopping expeditions, I still don’t have a dress. If I didn’t have to go to this event, which is work-related, I’d throw my hands up and say pooh.
There’s a reason I stick to separates – they’re a heck of a lot easier to buy separate than together. And I’m sure I’ll find a dress and look back on the event and sigh happily, “Man, it was worth it!” But at this point, all I can say is: Dress shopping sucks.
What’s the one article of clothing that you hate shopping for?
– Jean AAR