I hate shopping. Really, really, really. Okay, maybe only two reallys because sometimes I'm on a roll and I find fantastic deals that look good on me. But not often.
I even hate grocery shopping. Every Sunday, I scour cookbooks and the weekly ads for stuff to make for the week. I don't mind the cooking, it's the deciding and shopping that sucks.
The problem with my abhorrence of clothes shopping is that I end up looking frumpy all the time. I don't like to spend a lot of money on clothes so I'll buy something inexpensive and then get it home and realize that I just look like a frump in it. But I can't, just can't bring myself to spend $35 on a shirt. A shirt? That I'm going to stain? Not so much.
My daughter, however, LOVES shopping. It kills me. One day, I took her and friend to the mall. Clara had saved up a lot of money to spend that day. However, it took her 4 hours to spend it all. I'm not ready to leave her alone at the mall so I hung around, checking out shops and texting her. Three hours in, I was at one of the restaurants having a beer. In my defense, I stuck it out as long as I could. That apple fell far from my tree.
Here's where I think I go wrong: I tend to look for a specific item when the stores no longer carry them. Take today, I was looking for some long sleeve, v neck, t-shirts. I had just seen them the other week --or was it the other month-- in a few stores so I thought I'd find them quickly. But no. Didn't find any. Or, okay, I found a few but none in my size. Oh, unless I wanted to spend $40. For a shirt? I'd rather be frumpy.
So here's the deal: I'm bringing frumpiness back! Fergie can be Fergalicious so whyI can't I be frumpalicious? I'm starting a fashion revolution!