I tell you, some days just trying to find clothes can he a pain in the butt. First of all, since when did “Sandals” become a synonym for “matronly and ugly”? I have been looking for a simple pair of white sandals that aren’t flip flops, don’t have gold on them and aren’t something from my mom’s closet. You’d think I was asking for cold fusion or something. Good lord. How hard is it to find a pair of cute white sandals? Nearly impossible. Also? Who the hell pays a hundred bucks for flip flops?
And then there’s the “One Size” phenomenon. One size for say, ponchos? Sure. One size for a dress? Not so much. Don’t tell me my size ten booty will fit into the same dress a size two will without looking like a sausage or ripping a seam. It’s not gonna happen. Panties that are one size! Seriously, the person who decided on that sizing should be whacked upside the head with a rolled up newspaper and forced to wear underwear so small it cuts into his gut and his junk all day long. And you know it’s a dude who decided on that classification. Because any woman who’s lived long enough to have the back of the drawer panties for those “plump” days, knows those cute little thong underwear she has on her thinnest days will cut off her circulation other times.
I did however, grab myself the cutest vintage dress! I can’t wait to wear it in vegas. Now I just need to find the right shoes. *hear Lauren sigh* I love shoes, I am an unashamed shoe whore. But finding the right pair of shoes for a certain outfit can be painful. First because I find all sorts of things I don’t need but want nonetheless (and my husband looks at the floor of the closet and says, “how many pairs of black shoes do you need?” and I say, “I don’t know, I’ll let you know when I get there”)
Oh and by the way, check out the Write Attitude. I surfed around a bit, especially on the stories section. Writing is so solitary sometimes it’s hard to keep going when you get to feeling down so it’s heartening to hear how other authors kept at it before finally breaking.