ridiculous shopping trip report
Jun. 26th, 2008 09:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rmFor all my genderqueer and costuming stuff, you'd think I'd be comfortable shopping anywhere I damn please. But I'm not. In fact, the thought of going into the mens or boys department at any store absolutely paralyzes me to the point of not even wanting to pursue whatever thing I'm pursuing when the need arises.
I'm not sure why. Afraid at being caught at soething maybe -- although whether I'm afraid at being caught at being female or being weird or just randomly incompetent of some ettiquette I am not aware of, I am not sure.
I always try to make up cover stories in my head. So I have something to say if someone challenges me, which has never happened of course. I'm just some chick shopping for her man or her son or whatever. I'm old enough to have a son. I kept telling myself that today in Macy's while looking at boys dress shirts in medium blue. Size 20 fits. Thank god for small favours. That said, if I want for cufflinks, I'm going to have to have some shirts made, which I keep meaning to do anyway. So yeah.
So between that and a stop at that weird discount store that sells the Sarah Jessica Parker line (side note, they had this HIDEOUS pair of blue pinstripe pants that was so perfect I could die, but not in my size. Tragedy or great blessing to all who know me? Also, why is seer sucker drawing me like a magnet lately -- also not in my size), and the braces that came in the other day, I have a totally fabulous outfit for tomorrow, except that I need to sew buttons into teh pants for the braces and I really need to find a pair of shoes that's remotely reasonable. The tragic demise of my oxblood wingtips is REALLY fucking tragic right now.
Gah. The whole experience was dreadful. But I'm mighty pleased with myself. And I could totally get away with wearing the whole shebang to the office, except I'd spend all day cracking myself up and I'm too busy for that shit. I cannot believe I found pants that fit me that actually sit on my waist and as long as I stand properly don't make me look all hip-y.
I'm not sure why. Afraid at being caught at soething maybe -- although whether I'm afraid at being caught at being female or being weird or just randomly incompetent of some ettiquette I am not aware of, I am not sure.
I always try to make up cover stories in my head. So I have something to say if someone challenges me, which has never happened of course. I'm just some chick shopping for her man or her son or whatever. I'm old enough to have a son. I kept telling myself that today in Macy's while looking at boys dress shirts in medium blue. Size 20 fits. Thank god for small favours. That said, if I want for cufflinks, I'm going to have to have some shirts made, which I keep meaning to do anyway. So yeah.
So between that and a stop at that weird discount store that sells the Sarah Jessica Parker line (side note, they had this HIDEOUS pair of blue pinstripe pants that was so perfect I could die, but not in my size. Tragedy or great blessing to all who know me? Also, why is seer sucker drawing me like a magnet lately -- also not in my size), and the braces that came in the other day, I have a totally fabulous outfit for tomorrow, except that I need to sew buttons into teh pants for the braces and I really need to find a pair of shoes that's remotely reasonable. The tragic demise of my oxblood wingtips is REALLY fucking tragic right now.
Gah. The whole experience was dreadful. But I'm mighty pleased with myself. And I could totally get away with wearing the whole shebang to the office, except I'd spend all day cracking myself up and I'm too busy for that shit. I cannot believe I found pants that fit me that actually sit on my waist and as long as I stand properly don't make me look all hip-y.
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Date: 2008-06-27 01:31 pm (UTC)