I hate, hate, hate, shopping for clothes.
“What? But you’re a woman! You can’t hate shopping,” a reader exclaims.
“I can hate it if I want,” I respond, hand on my hips.
Let me tell you why I despise it with every bone in my body.

1. I’m a tightwad. Shopping means handing over money. I wear my clothes until they fall apart. I’ll even pick up a needle and thread to avoid buying new ones. And sewing is a close second on the hate list, right behind ironing.

2. I’m indecisive. For instance, I’ve been looking for a new purse for TWO YEARS. And that’s just one item. Trying to shop for a complete outfit with accessories just about kills me.

3. I’m suffering from an identity crisis. I don’t know what image I want to convey. Wait! That’s a lie. I do know. Once a girl jock always a girl jock. Problem is wearing sweats pants and t-shirts all the time just doesn’t cut it. I get away with it 75% of the time because I’m a writer. But 25% of the time I need to look…like…I don’t know!!

4. Trying on clothes is a nightmare. The lights in the dressing rooms suck. Don’t get me started on the mirrors. It’s a sweaty, exhausting, depressing, experience.

Nothing looks good. EVER! And I hate putting clothes back on the hangers. If I could afford it, I would have my clothing custom-made for my curvy, narrow shouldered, short-armed, muscular-thighed, round-butted figure.

Ah ha! Could that be the problem? My hard-to-fit figure? Is this why I hate shopping? That and the ten pounds I really need to lose?

Pondering… Pondering… Nah!

Shopping for clothes just sucks.