Years ago I was at a mall and someone told me that I looked like Julia Roberts. I was certain they must not really know who Julia Roberts was. I took it as a lovely compliment because I think Julia is beautiful – just one of those once-in-a-lifetime things. This weekend I was at a mall again and feeling like Julia Roberts this time. You know that scene in Pretty Woman where she’s trying to buy some clothes on Rodeo Drive and everyone is snubbing her because she’s dressed like a hooker even though she’s got a wad of cash from Edward Lewis (Richard Gere)? Well, I wasn’t dressed like a hooker, but I did have a wad of cash and intent to spend it on pants and bras, but left the mall with neither thinking, “Big mistake, big mistake…” I’ll be doing my shopping on the internet.
It’s so frustrating to look at a rack of the bra you want and of the 20 bras there, none are your size. So you find a different but acceptable style – same thing. So you choose another color – same thing. I went through about six styles before walking away in disgust. Pants are even worse. I know that my best possible outcome at the mall is that I can identify the style and size to later order from a catalog in “Tall”. And I look through entire racks with many 00, 0, 2, 6, 8 and nothing again until size 14, 16… I don’t mind catalog shopping, but the shipping costs are outrageous anymore. If the size you order doesn’t fit, you’re paying it twice and still still having to reorder. It’s no wonder I/women discover one day that so many of their clothes are pretty tired. I’m tired. I have money and I want to spend it and I know what I want. And I’m not a freak! The malls are letting me down.
It’s so frustrating to look at a rack of the bra you want and of the 20 bras there, none are your size. So you find a different but acceptable style – same thing. So you choose another color – same thing. I went through about six styles before walking away in disgust. Pants are even worse. I know that my best possible outcome at the mall is that I can identify the style and size to later order from a catalog in “Tall”. And I look through entire racks with many 00, 0, 2, 6, 8 and nothing again until size 14, 16… I don’t mind catalog shopping, but the shipping costs are outrageous anymore. If the size you order doesn’t fit, you’re paying it twice and still still having to reorder. It’s no wonder I/women discover one day that so many of their clothes are pretty tired. I’m tired. I have money and I want to spend it and I know what I want. And I’m not a freak! The malls are letting me down.