I'll make this quick.
Many of you are aware that shopping is the worst for me. I don't like to do it. Ever.
My bff is coming home this weekend because she has one of these:
...so her sister is throwing her one of those horrible events to celebrate the birth of her legitimate unborn child.
It's a small party and, while we ladyfolk typically dress up for these events, I'm sure I could get away with a skirt I already have in my closet. But, as I don't actually own a single non-formal dress, I thought it might be fun to buy a dress.
Fun. Shopping. Never.
I went anyway. The Asian found these on a mannequin at Kohl's:
We don't have many shopping options here. We started at Kohl's, then Target, then Macy's, Younkers, and Maurices. We noticed a pattern. And we were horrified.
Shapeless peasant skirts.
Dresses sure to cover any body in head-to-toe frumpydom.
Pass me the bowl, the hippie is back and she's made quilts out of all of the feminine clothing.
I decided it was just my age. I'm a tween myself, you know. Not young enough to shop junior's but too hip to shop women's.
Don't want to look old, but don't want my daughter to think I hired a hooker or a pothead to take her to Aunt Lori's baby shower.
Peasant skirts be damned, I found a normal spring dress in a last ditch effort to not fail at JCPenney. Who would have thought that JCPenney could ever save the day?
There was entertainment, as well. I had to invite Sarajane into the fitting room with me while I tried on dresses so she could hear the sex happening two rooms over. We were disappointed, though. It was just a senior citizen who was really out of shape and trying on clothes turned her into a heavy breather.
On a serious note, as the retailers keep missing the mark, the local mall has more and more empty space.