I’m sitting here so upset I’m about to cry, and I need a hug! :mad: But a chance to vent is good too.
Why is it that when I find decent professional clothes, I have to get them altered and that alterations cost a small fortune in and of themselves?!! If I’d known that, then I would have left those nice suits in the store, bargain bedamned! I can’t help it that I’m short and the petite section has crappy, overpriced shit hanging on the walls–out of my fucking reach, as if I’d want that crap anyways–while the sections for ladies who aren’t petite have a better selection that is a little more within my physical reach and price range. [sigh] I don’t want gaudy suits with sequins or other crap on them because that is not my style.
I want simple, elegant suits that look professional.
That I don’t have to pay a king’s ransom for.
Because I’m poor.
But I have to look professional.
So I can stay out of the poor house.
For what I’m going to have to pay to get those dangblasted suits altered so I don’t look a little kid who’s playing dress up with mommy’s clothes, I could have bought me a new pair of shoes, or a winter coat, or a nice bottle of Scotch or two. Life just isn’t fair!
Why is it that every goddamn shoe store/section I go in has shoes that have VERY high heels on them? What the fuck? If I wanted to torture my poor lil ol’ feet, all I would be able to find would be the sensible shoes with reasonable heels that have eluded me for at least a year now. :mad: I spent hours that I could have used to work on other projects whose deadlines are fast approaching running around dealing with these crazy crowds of fucking Christmas shoppers–BY THE WAY, I’M FUCKING SICK OF CHRISTMAS! I wish businesses/advertisers had never heard of St. Nicolas/Santa/the 3 Magi or however the hell this whole gift-giving in late December got started and then got the bright idea of brainwashing shoppers that they need to start Christmas shopping before Halloween’s even gotten here good. Bah, motherfucking humbug, I say. ?Entiendes?–Anyway, I had to wade through all the shoes that the poor harried salesfolk hadn’t had time to put back into any kind of a semblance of a display, only to find TWO pairs of boots that had a decent heel. One pair was too expensive, poorly made for costing the outrageous sum they did, and they didn’t fit! The other pair they had in every size but the one that would fit my poor foot.
For fuck’s sake, whoever is in charge of buying shoes for stores, please note the following:
I don’t want or need high heels.
I don’t need stiletto heels.
I don’t need clunky, chunky platform heels.
I don’t need fancy buckles, buttons, decals, fringe, or other doodads on my damn shoes.
Just give me plain, simple, low-heeled, elegant shoes that don’t cost that much.
That look professional.
That I don’t have to pay a king’s ransom for.
Because I’m poor.
But I have to look professional.
So I can stay out of the poor house.
Why is it that coats cost a motherfucking fortune?! Yeah, I had a good laugh looking at designer coats that cost $500+, but even when I got to the non-snooty designer ones, they cost anywhere in the $200-$400 range.
I know I shouldn’t have put off shopping for this stuff until now, but I’ve been too busy to do it before now, and I really don’t even have time to do it now, but it’s getting down to the wire–my clothes ain’t looking as professional as they used to, and I wasn’t thinking about folks cluttering up the damn stores with their mad dash to do Christmas shopping now.
Why can’t I just snap my fingers and my closet be filled with the items I need?
Why can’t the folks who design clothes and buy clothes for department stores, be more considerate of us short, ultra busy ladies?
!Dios mio! Me duele la cabeza porque no lo entiendo a la predisposicion de moda ahora mismo. !Es loca!
[celestina going off to get herself a shot of Scotch]