18. May 2007 · Comments Off · Categories: imported, Ramble

I did not need to be reminded that I hate shopping. I did not need to be reminded that I am neither at the young, hip I-can-wear-anything age (and yes, I was one of those who could get away with wearing nearly anything once upon a time) or an older Koret-or-Alfred-Dunner-wearing woman. (Oooh … I hope no one out there is insulted by that last bit. If you wear the stuff and get away with it, more power to you!) In fact I don’t know what I am at this point! What DO fifty year old women wear anyway? If I’m not in black or my teaching outfits* I’m in jeans and either a sweater or a t-shirt. Hmmm.

Can I get away with wearing black and a nice off white top? I know it’s boring, but heck … I’m boring!

I also didn’t need to know that my shoes are too short for my feet.

But I just wasted far too much time finding nothing I liked. At all. So there you go.

The only nice thing was getting home to the Best Sandwich Ever that Dan forgot to take with him to work. (I only had to remove the tomatoes and peppers.)

Thanks, Dan! Could you maybe shop for me too?

*Regarding teaching: I’ve noticed male colleagues wear jeans. I’ve not seen any women do the same. I think it’s that we feel as if we aren’t taken seriously if we don’t dress nicer. I wonder. Maybe this is just my issue?
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