That’s what I’m here for.
I like shopping by myself and detest online shopping because I can’t see and feel things, and once I order something, I can’t be bothered to send it back if it’s wrong, but when I shop by myself, I have a plan, and I know pretty much immediately whether I want a particular item or not. I’m not a waffler.
I wouldn’t mind that so much, because in theory, it should be alone time, and I can read on my phone or whatever, but it always turns into, “What does this look like? Does this fit right? What else of mine will this go with? Do these two things go together? Will this be ok with the weather in Florida in September?”I always feel deathly sorry for those guys sat on a chair or stood outside a changing room in a clothes shop looking miserable as sin. I don’t understand what having them there actually adds to the experience
That’s what I always suggest, and she hates that. She always says she wants somebody to shop with. She wants to show me things and get my opinion (and not just clothes), so she can then say, “Hmmmm…that’s a good point, I never thought of that…” and then totally disregard it.
highway) and the first thing I said was, “I have to pee, where will you be?”
Most welcome Sazza!
It's sounds torturous for sure, have you considered checking if the samaritans has an option for talking out shopping traumas? I'm feeling you have a few stored up!I like shopping by myself and detest online shopping because I can’t see and feel things, and once I order something, I can’t be bothered to send it back if it’s wrong, but when I shop by myself, I have a plan, and I know pretty much immediately whether I want a particular item or not. I’m not a waffler.
I know the jeans I like are Levi’s 514’s. I know my size. I know whether I’m looking for my standard dark rinse or something colored, and so I can go to a shop, walk directly to the Levi’s section, find the table of 514’s, immediately see what’s on offer (“Oh, I like these kelly green ones”), look for my size, and if they don’t have anything on that table, I move on. I don’t stand there and think, “Well…no 514’s in a yellow-gold shade…what about those over there? That’s the right color, but they’re 545’s…what’s a 545 fit versus a 514 fit? Hmmmm…let me google that…” and 20 minutes later, I’m still jeanless.
Yeah, I probably miss some acceptable finds now and again, but I’m also not sat there for an hour crippled by thoughts of, “These aren’t Levi’s but they’re the right size and color, but the wrong fit and these others are Levi’s in the right color but the wrong fit and these other ones are exactly right but $10 more than the first pair…HELP!!! I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DOOOOO!!!”
I wouldn’t mind that so much, because in theory, it should be alone time, and I can read on my phone or whatever, but it always turns into, “What does this look like? Does this fit right? What else of mine will this go with? Do these two things go together? Will this be ok with the weather in Florida in September?”
Even that would be ok, except no matter how I answer…it’s the wrong answer, so it all feels like a huge waste of my time.
That’s what I always suggest, and she hates that. She always says she wants somebody to shop with. She wants to show me things and get my opinion (and not just clothes), so she can then say, “Hmmmm…that’s a good point, I never thought of that…” and then totally disregard it.
In fairness, I’ll add that if we go to a department store, I don’t want her opinion on clothes I’m looking at, not because it’s a bad opinion or anything, it’s just that I know my own mind, and I can look at a rack of shirts and know which one I want, I don’t need to turn to another person and ask, “Is this pattern too busy? Does this color wash out my skin?” - I look at something and instantly think yes or no. I don’t even debate it with myself internally.
I know men’s and women’s clothing is different, and it’s much simpler for men, but here’s how mine went yesterday:
We got to Sam’s (after hiking across the
“I want to look at a top and a dress, I’ll be there.”
I did my business, walked through the clothing, and if you’re not familiar with Sam’s, their clothes are laid out on giant tables, with prices up right down the middle. I rarely buy anything there, because most of their men’s stuff is golf/athletic/performance-related, and it’s usually some kind of blend, and I don’t like that stuff.
I spotted her at the end, and as I walked through, I noticed a sign for men’s shorts for $10 or so, 100% cotton - “That’s cheap.”
I walked through, passed the khaki ones (“I have that color”), passed the salmon ones (“I have that color, too”), saw some light grey ones, grabbed my waist size, saw some olive green ones, grabbed my waist size, and that was that.
I didn’t stop and think, “What will these go with? Where will I wear these? Is the leg opening big enough? How far down do these shorts go? How many belt loops do they have? Is the zipper plastic or metal?” - I grabbed two colors in my usual size and that was that. I didn’t even have to stop or break my stride, drive-by shopping!
Whew! Long reply. I am obviously still dealing with my feelings over this.
Facebook memories reminded me that we did this 6 years ago, we went to see the local philharmonic orchestra play Star Wars and other movie themes! We went this my bro and SIL and a couple of friends. It was a blast, the friends and I even dressed up - we were Han Solo, Princess Leia, and Rey. We got lots of people coming up and asking to take photos with us, and the conductor even gave us a shout-out for our costumes!Plans for today are gauge if anyone wants breakfast (I’m thinking not as they were rolling around complaining about how full they were at 11pm) and then it’s Star Wars day.. May the Fourth Be With You.
So we’re off to the Bristol Beacon to see Bournemouth Symphony Orchestra play Star Wars
We did that a few years ago, but it was with the orchestra playing the music live while the 1977 movie played on the big screen behind/above them.
), but I did enjoy the music.
Yer but you're a bit of a wrongun incha
I hate sending things back. First, I have to repackage everything back up, which is a PITA for a start, then there’s usually some stupid online form to fill out for the return, then I have to drive a minimum of 15 minutes or a maximum of 35 minutes, depending on who the shipper is, and usually stand in a line to return it. It ends up being anywhere from an hour to a half-day of my time.
Of course not, because it’s been decided my misery is my own fault!
Honest to god, if there’s a heaven and I make it there, I’m going to petition an audience with God Almighty, and I’m not going to ask if there are aliens or who killed Kennedy or what happened to D.B. Cooper, I’m going to ask how, in all the expanse of the universe and human existence, was it that that movie, of all movies, was blessed with divine providence to be a hit and spawn 50 other movies and TV series that, as bad as that original movie was, are somehow even worse?! That’s what I really want to know.Yer but you're a bit of a wrongun incha
Mostly it works a bit differently here. Go online, tick a box and they pick it up from your doorstep, don't even have to enclosed any documents, easy peasy.
.. if I want that bottle of whiskey, I’m going to buy it regardless of the type of day I’ve had.
Ditto but I just find something extra
And then god will know you and send you straight down
Craig would be happy to join him. He's only seen bits and pieces, never a whole movie, when he happened to walk into DDs bedroom when she was watching it.Yer but you're a bit of a wrongun incha
I imagine God would say, “Well, let me introduce you to the fella George Lucas talked to to strike that deal…Tasty, Beelzeebub…Beelzeebub, Tasty.”And then god will know you and send you straight down
