The advent of spring has made me take a cold hard look at my closet. Which made me very depressed because I realized that I have no! none! clothes that fit me. So this morning I headed out for that particular torture known as shopping. I can't stand the crowds, the rudeness, the trying-on and oh yeah, the paying. Just finding something I want to try on is a challenge. I'm quite fussy about the fabrics that touch my body, I can't stand the thought of wearing anything polyester. It especially doesn't make sense for warmer weather clothes - it's like wearing a plastic bag. And then of course there's the whole size thing. No matter how much weight I lose or gain no size fits me right. I have some sort of freaky body shape going on. Big stomach + wide hips + narrow top + plus the whole petite thing equals Lisa standing in the try on room crying. Good times I tell you. I did come away with a few tops (cotton is fashion! yeah!) and without killing anyone. I came very close to pushing this one German tourist girl down the escalator in Macy's (oh so tempting) and when did it become acceptable for store clerks to process your payment without even acknowledging your presence?
