Not only do I like the contrasting yet complementary blue-on-green, but I also like being in the summer looking at winter better than the other way 'round.
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1.26.2005
Surviving the Urban Jungle without the Proper Tools: a Girl who Dislikes Shopping
I've been inspired. (see an old post on Ben's live journal, for those of you who have it) Perhaps not in the healthiest of senses, but inspired nonetheless. To what, you ask? Why, to Rant (with a capital "R") on the dastardly business that is purchasing clothing. I. Detest. Shopping. What happened to the days when everyone owned oh, say three outfits, quite interchangeable with one another, at one time, along with their "Sunday Best?" The downside of having an affluent culture, I suppose, is the ever present expectation that everyone appear to be at least as affluent as they are (most often a step or two higher than they can afford).
It's not that I abhor any and every kind of shopping, I will make three exemptions:
1. Books. I am of the opinion that one can never really own too many different books, preferably if they are of the "Classic" and "Leatherbound," "Clothbound," or "Hardcover" variety.
2. Art supplies. There is nothing on earth quite like feeling the varied textures of light white paper sheaves in a stack at a respectable art store, or looking at the pure unbroken pages of a new, hardbound sketchbook, or gazing in delight at the enriched cascade of colors before you in a display of watercolors tubes. Don't even let me begin mentioning paint brushes, pastels, and steel nibbed artist's pens.
3. Music and DVD's. Long live Amazon.com, forever may it reign.
That said, I generally try to avoid clothes shopping when possible. A day of wandering through poorly lit, linoleum floored, crowded stores will almost without fail leave me tired and depressed. And sans whatever I was hoping to find.
It's likely my own fault. Besides being taller than the average American young woman, as my wise mother has observed I have "expensive taste." This translates to "I need longer pants, I like things that are classically styled and colored, and which consequently do not go out of fashion and are therefore not on the clearance racks with last summer's orange-pea green midriff baring tops." I also tend to have very little capital free to expend (poor college student syndrome). Thus when I find something that vaguely interests me, sticker shock quickly obliterates any rising hope of heading home soon. You would think a sense of taste would be a virtue. Only if you can afford to purchase accordingly, it seems. My mother tells me the only remedy is to marry someone who can afford such. I guess I'll have to be single and threadbare.
Thus it was that at the end of Christmas break I walked stiffly to the register of our local Kohl's with one pair of $35 slacks. I needed slacks. These were, apparently, the only pair of plain, respectable slacks in Marquette that would fit me (they came in "Long" sizes). They were also seemingly the only shelf of slacks in the whole kingdom of Kohl's that was not 70% off, but normal price.
They'd better last me a while.
-E.
It's not that I abhor any and every kind of shopping, I will make three exemptions:
1. Books. I am of the opinion that one can never really own too many different books, preferably if they are of the "Classic" and "Leatherbound," "Clothbound," or "Hardcover" variety.
2. Art supplies. There is nothing on earth quite like feeling the varied textures of light white paper sheaves in a stack at a respectable art store, or looking at the pure unbroken pages of a new, hardbound sketchbook, or gazing in delight at the enriched cascade of colors before you in a display of watercolors tubes. Don't even let me begin mentioning paint brushes, pastels, and steel nibbed artist's pens.
3. Music and DVD's. Long live Amazon.com, forever may it reign.
That said, I generally try to avoid clothes shopping when possible. A day of wandering through poorly lit, linoleum floored, crowded stores will almost without fail leave me tired and depressed. And sans whatever I was hoping to find.
It's likely my own fault. Besides being taller than the average American young woman, as my wise mother has observed I have "expensive taste." This translates to "I need longer pants, I like things that are classically styled and colored, and which consequently do not go out of fashion and are therefore not on the clearance racks with last summer's orange-pea green midriff baring tops." I also tend to have very little capital free to expend (poor college student syndrome). Thus when I find something that vaguely interests me, sticker shock quickly obliterates any rising hope of heading home soon. You would think a sense of taste would be a virtue. Only if you can afford to purchase accordingly, it seems. My mother tells me the only remedy is to marry someone who can afford such. I guess I'll have to be single and threadbare.
Thus it was that at the end of Christmas break I walked stiffly to the register of our local Kohl's with one pair of $35 slacks. I needed slacks. These were, apparently, the only pair of plain, respectable slacks in Marquette that would fit me (they came in "Long" sizes). They were also seemingly the only shelf of slacks in the whole kingdom of Kohl's that was not 70% off, but normal price.
They'd better last me a while.
-E.
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