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madrobinsIt finally hit critical mass and I had to do one of those things I hate to do these days: shop. Nothing exotic--undergarments, socks, a new pair of shoes, and a couple of sweaters. Bras are one kind of ugly because, in the words of Jane Russell, we full-figure girls get rooked. $50 for one bra. $88 for the other. Neither of them contain diamonds, neither of them light up in the dark or permit one to operate a cell phone hands-free. Sigh. Shoes are another species of hell: I have dinosaur feet--significant bunions (particularly on my right foot) and when I get a pair of shoes that fits properly for everything else, the pressure on the bunion makes my lesser toes go numb. Gradually the new shoes will stretch out and look crappy, but exert less pressure on the bunion, and everything will be fine. But: ow.
The sweaters were not to bad: I had a 30% coupon for The Gap, and there's nothing so pleasant as picking out $150 worth of merchandize and paying less than a hundred for it. One black sweater, one lovely tomato-soup colored one, and a hot pink sweater that I'm wearing right now.
I no longer look like a bag lady, which is a comfort.
The sweaters were not to bad: I had a 30% coupon for The Gap, and there's nothing so pleasant as picking out $150 worth of merchandize and paying less than a hundred for it. One black sweater, one lovely tomato-soup colored one, and a hot pink sweater that I'm wearing right now.
I no longer look like a bag lady, which is a comfort.