Happy Fall, Queefies!
I love fall, but with every new season comes the need for…duh. duh. duuuuuunnnnn
You know how I hate shopping for clothes, right? You should click on that. It’s from way back when I was fun.
But I had to totally douche my wardrobe the other day after crying and tossing shit over my head and swearing. I wound up with two trash bags full of stuff to throw away and another one full of shoes and sweaters and pants and shirts and other crap to donate to Saver’s. I pretty much had nothing left but a couple of pairs of jeans and some not too horrible shirts. I’ve been buying stuff for the kids and I forget to buy stuff for myself and so now all my stuff is just ratty.
Actually, that’s not completely true. Shopping for me sucks and every time I start, I get frustrated and go “I wonder what they’ve got for kids! Lemme check realquick” and then the kids wind up with something wonderful and cute and my shit just gets older and tireder.
People think I’m the Third World Refugee Nanny.
So lately I’ve been shopping and forcing myself to stay on task and not go to the kid’s department. I’ve brought home a few things to try on because fucking forget trying shit on at the store with a 15 month-old. It’s all grab and go for me right now. And I’ve promptly brought it all right back. I bought a bunch of shit online from Gap but their clothes are as exciting as a bag of white sweat socks. I now have some very sassy long-sleeved Favorite Tees in white, navy, and charcoal! YAY!
Are we asleep yet?
I got some sweaters too, but this stuff is all just staples. None of it is pretty, and none of it is making me feel fierce. I guess right now I’m just settling for not homeless?
If I could, I would totally try to rock some super feminine bohemian thing because that’s the stuff I gravitate toward, but whenever I actually try to coordinate something like that, I look like I’m wearing a Gypsy Halloween costume. Also, where do you find stuff like that? Stuff I can actually afford. They ain’t got that shit over at Gap, I can tell you that much.
I’ve also been trying to find some fabulous patterned tights with maybe some flowers on them or a non-dorky paisley (can paisley ever be non-dorky? I say yes) to wear with a denim mini skirt and my Dansko Sallys or something and NOT STRIPES and NOT FISHNET and NOT NEON, but they don’t exist.
I totally HATE the 80’s bullshit right now. I do not want a shirt with a guitar on it. I’m all fucking set.
And forget about shoes. I have not seen one single pair of shoes that I would want to wear in a long, long time. I went to DSW and out of that whole sea of freakin’ shoes, there was ONE pair I liked and they didn’t have my size.
Are we getting a feel for why I dress like an old fishwife now?
So where do you guys shop? I need you to send me where you find stuff that is non-hideous and non-Third World Refugee Nanny or you may used the form provided below to share your own wardrobe drama.
Please and thank you.
PS: In stark contrast to the commenter last week at Toy with Me who clutched her pearls at my use of the term “cum dumpster,” yesterday someone called me a prude. A PRUDE! ME!!!! Can you even imagine? To that I say, “Mon. Dieu.” and also “Ah-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That’s some funny stuff right there.” I want so much to go over there and defend myself, but I will not lower myself to the level of the trolls. I will’nt. But I soooo want to. Have I ever admitted to you guys how hard it is to come up with stuff to write about every week, and to be criticized for I say and for revealing intimate details of my sex life it…well, you know. Aunt Becky is also a prude, fyi. This person clearly does not understand the mighty awesome Internettian power Aunt Becky and I wield. Well, mostly her, but me a little bit too. We could hurt people with our words if we so chose!