And I’m not even talking about whatever the horror du jour is coming out of the administration.

I hate, HATE shopping for clothes and shoes, but I have done that, and now I would like to nap for like, a week, please.

I have an event on Monday where I have to not look like I work from home, so the past couple weeks have been getting an outfit & shoes.

Many thanks to Ross for the linen pants I got last summer, and the top & jacket I managed to just walk in, see, try on, and buy in about 10 minutes last week, which is nothing short of a miracle.  (A Tommy Bahama top & Guess biker jacket – all told the outfit would retail over $300 and I got it for under $65.)

Still needed shoes.  Ordered a pair of Aerosoles medium heels from DSW – their sizing has gone wonky and they were way too big.

Plan was to hit up the local DSW today, return the shoes, get new ones, hit grocery store on the way home, be done – it’s not even 15 minutes from home and a straight shot down the main drag.  Friend recommended Nordstrom Rack, said they had good deals and tended to be a bit less than DSW.  Looked it up, oh, there is one in the mall right across the street – and their website said they had the shoes I’d been looking at, and a touch cheaper.

OK then, DSW for the return, then Nordstrom Rack for shoes and oh, wait, I need a racerback type camisole.  

Return the shoes, go over to NR and wonder why I’d never taken note of them opening here.  Walked in and remembered I’d been to the one at the outlet mall once and, “Oh yeah, I hate this place.”  Clothes are arranged by brand, not style, and shoes are by size and then sneakers or not sneakers.  There is no rhyme or reason to the organization beyond that – not by brand, shoe style, or hell, even color.  I hunted around for about 10 minutes when I decided this was not worth saving $10.  And they had no camisoles, just shapewear.

MY MOTHER’S GENERATION DID NOT BURN THIER BRAS AND GIRDLES FOR ME TO STUFF MYSELF INTO SPANX, GODDAMMIT.

And honestly, if I have the inconvenience levels of Ross/Marshalls/TJ Maxx, I’d better have the same prices, and that wasn’t happening.

Off to Kohl’s, which is still on my shit list for the DEI fails, but sometimes you have to go to the retailer of last resort.  They had one – ONE – brand/style of not-shapewear camisoles.  I think it will work and if not, fuck it, I’ll safety pin the straps to my shirt if need be.  Of course, I rewarded them further with getting some underwear and a pair of activewear pants I will likely never be active in. 

Then there was the fitting room.  We have lost the ability to speedrun a fitting room session.  There was someone’s nana understandably tut-tutting over the preponderance of crop tops & too short shorts for little girls.  It was all I could to not say, “You can thank the men in the Epstein files for that shit.”

The good news is that every damn thing I got was on sale.

Then back to DSW where everything is wonderfully organized.  Found a pair of shoes (not even the ones I’d seen online, but these are cuter) – on clearance to boot.  Grabbed a pair of insoles for my chucks and near choked on the price, but the clerk said he had a set and that they were great.  (And he is on his feet all day, so, seemed legit.)  Also had a 30 day comfort guarantee, so hey, if they work, then it’s worth it.

Got home, the insoles don’t even begin to fit my shoes…  At this point, I still have some get up and go, so, fuck it, back to DSW for another return.  Halfway there it occurs to me I could have brought my chucks to make sure I got the right size, but I did not, so, I guess this is a sign from the universe.

Return the insoles.  Hit Walgreens on the way home for their insoles.  (Good, but wear down a bit quick, but they get the job done.)

As I am walking through Walgreens, I realize I have completely, and I do mean COMPLETELY, forgotten about the grocery store.

Go to the grocery store, get everything on the list, halfway to the car remember two things that weren’t on the list that I did not get.

That is a tomorrow problem.