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| Boat Shoes: $13. Toe Socks: $5. Lesbian Plaid: $10 Canvas Dr. Marten's: $40! |
Also I figured I should put something up here to keep this place active until I finish this mega-post of doom I've been working on.
I can't say I love shopping. But I can't say I hate it either.
I mean, yeah, I like getting shiny new things as much as the next girl, and oh my God do I love new shoes, but shopping is typically kind of an ordeal for me.
There's a lot of reasons, all complicated and tangled around each other, of course, like every other problem I have, but the two main reasons are money and my weight.
There's a lot of reasons, all complicated and tangled around each other, of course, like every other problem I have, but the two main reasons are money and my weight.
The money bit is actually pretty easy. I just have this weird guilt about spending money because it's not something I have ever had very much of. And it also rarely feels like things are worth what you pay for them. In that regard, I actually got lucky, because this week the state of Maryland is doing a back-to-school tax-free shopping week, so everyone had sales going on top of that to draw people in. Lots of BOGO deals, like the boat shoes I got at Rue21 (BOGO $1!) I also got some Lesbian Plaid from American Eagle for $10. The 2nd most exciting to me though was the $40 canvas Dr. Marten's because, oh my gosh look at them. They were originally $80!
I dropped the most money at Lane Bryant. I have such a love/hate relationship with places like Lane Bryant and Torrid. That's where both the money and the weight issues run wild.
See, for me to dress with any shred of fashionability, I have to pay twice as much because plus-sized clothes are a fucking racket. Well, the Clearance rack was my friend yesterday and I got three sweaters for $7 each because they were 50% off the lowest ticket price, and they'd already been marked down a time or two. And I do love me some over-sized sweaters.
Actually, the most expensive thing I bought yesterday was a bra, for $42. Bras were technically on sale, BOGO 50% off., so I got a second, less expensive one for about $15. (Can we just take a moment to appreciate how awesome the 't-shirt' bra is? Seriously, I'm wearing one right now it's the greatest thing my boobs have ever known. Except that corset that one time that made me all BA-BAM, but I digress...) So, one pretty one and one plain old heather-grey one.
Okay, so it did in fact cause physical pain to know that I spent so much money on only two bras, but at the same time it was also really exciting because I did go down a bra size. Like a whole actual size. Which means I'm one step closer to being able to find bras more easily. Clothing manufacturers have a really weird idea about how boobs works in relation to the rest of your body. Stores that carry "regular" sizes are FULL of B-cup bras, but it's damn near impossible to find a 40B let alone a 44 like I had been. (Hell, I remember 38B being pretty hard to find too.) On the other hand, places that carry fat people sizes assume that if you're fat, you simply must have huge tits, so yeah, sure, 40's everywhere, but good luck finding a B.
But look how freakin' cute this thing is! Look! Also, it makes my boobs look awesome. They had matching panties, but they were like, $15. I might go back for them later, though, cause I've never had a matching set before, and I can't resist houndstooth. (Shit, if they'd been argyle or plaid I definitely would have bought the set. lol)
No, there's no one to see the matchyness and there won't be any time soon (well, okay, there's my theatre troupe.. we get naked a lot.) but you know, it's nice to feel cute, especially when it's something you don't get to feel very often.
So really, this was one of the most successful shopping trips ever because for once, I feel like I actually got my money's worth, and I didn't have to try on anything that didn't fit and made me feel bad about myself, but I still felt bad about myself just from being in the mall, and at the outlet stores, surrounded by people who don't have to have some kind of mental break every time.
...But I guess it could have been a lot worse?
I dropped the most money at Lane Bryant. I have such a love/hate relationship with places like Lane Bryant and Torrid. That's where both the money and the weight issues run wild.See, for me to dress with any shred of fashionability, I have to pay twice as much because plus-sized clothes are a fucking racket. Well, the Clearance rack was my friend yesterday and I got three sweaters for $7 each because they were 50% off the lowest ticket price, and they'd already been marked down a time or two. And I do love me some over-sized sweaters.
Actually, the most expensive thing I bought yesterday was a bra, for $42. Bras were technically on sale, BOGO 50% off., so I got a second, less expensive one for about $15. (Can we just take a moment to appreciate how awesome the 't-shirt' bra is? Seriously, I'm wearing one right now it's the greatest thing my boobs have ever known. Except that corset that one time that made me all BA-BAM, but I digress...) So, one pretty one and one plain old heather-grey one.
Okay, so it did in fact cause physical pain to know that I spent so much money on only two bras, but at the same time it was also really exciting because I did go down a bra size. Like a whole actual size. Which means I'm one step closer to being able to find bras more easily. Clothing manufacturers have a really weird idea about how boobs works in relation to the rest of your body. Stores that carry "regular" sizes are FULL of B-cup bras, but it's damn near impossible to find a 40B let alone a 44 like I had been. (Hell, I remember 38B being pretty hard to find too.) On the other hand, places that carry fat people sizes assume that if you're fat, you simply must have huge tits, so yeah, sure, 40's everywhere, but good luck finding a B.
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No, there's no one to see the matchyness and there won't be any time soon (well, okay, there's my theatre troupe.. we get naked a lot.) but you know, it's nice to feel cute, especially when it's something you don't get to feel very often.
So really, this was one of the most successful shopping trips ever because for once, I feel like I actually got my money's worth, and I didn't have to try on anything that didn't fit and made me feel bad about myself, but I still felt bad about myself just from being in the mall, and at the outlet stores, surrounded by people who don't have to have some kind of mental break every time.
...But I guess it could have been a lot worse?
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