And That's Why...

The hubs was home last Friday, so I thought it was the perfect time to go shopping. For me. By myself. Ahhhh, a time of relaxation and leisure. Yeah, right. Have I ever mentioned that I'm not a shopper?

I eagerly strolled into the newly renovated Kohl's, gift card and $10 coupon in hand, ready to find a new outfit. How hard could it be? Some of my girlfriends shop at Kohl's, and they always dress so nicely. Apparently much harder than I had anticipated. (But I didn't realize that until later.)

I didn't really have a plan in mind; I figured I'd just browse, using the mannequins for inspiration since I have a difficult time just piecing items together. But again, I was pretty confident that I could do this. After all, I was hoping for JUST ONE OUTFIT. 

The search commenced. Hmmm, maybe this shirt. Uh, or this one. Now if I could find a skirt... Hmmm, the clearance section. Oh, here's a sweater. But what about this one to go with the shirt in case I get cold? Oh, what size? What color? Oh, maybe green would go, but, uh..., no green. Hmmm, scratch that idea.  Still searching for bottoms for the shirt. Ooooh, dresses. Uh, do I really want to pay that much? But they're super cute. 


So, you get the idea. After pulling a few things from the racks, I ventured to the dressing rooms, and quickly learned that the items I had pulled were not cutting it for me. Too big. Too small. Just doesn't look right. These don't work together. *sigh* At this point, I was getting frustrated, especially since I had already been around the Women's Department two or three times, and I hadn't found much else to choose from. (I might not have had something specific in mind, but I did know I wanted that I could wear to church, especially since my church outfits of late have been jeans and a sweater.) Why is this so difficult? 

Not wanting my $10 coupon to go to waste, I perused the store again, determined to find something. My eyes wandered back to the dresses I had noticed earlier (the ones that I thought were too expensive). Well, I guess I could see if there's one in my size. Success! One of the patterns I liked was the right size. After a quick price check (on sale for 50% off! Score!), it was back to the dressing room....

The moment of truth: it fit! Hallelujah! Finally!


Though I left the store elated and even relieved, the whole experience reminded me why I don't like to shop. I might have patience when it comes to teaching and working with children, but when it comes to browsing clothes, looking for just the right item, well, I have barely enough (patience) to last an hour. And that's just finding something I might want to try on. Compound that with actually finding something in my size (for they never have my size, it seems), and I'm lucky to leave the store in a good mood. 


The moral of this story: Order online. OR go shopping with a girlfriend who knows what she's doing.