Over the last few years I've arranged my life so that I never have to go to the mall, never have to go to the big department stores (except for Clinique gift-with-purchase events, of course, and then I just zip into the store and out, and never actually go into the main part of the mall at all). I thought I might have to do that this time, but I started out at the discount stores, and found a dress right away, at Marshall's.
It's long, long-sleeved, black, and slim, and very low cut. It's those last two -- slim and low-cut -- that gave me pause. But it's a lovely dress, and it wasn't terribly expensive, so I figured I'd spend the rest of my budget (okay, so I didn't really have a budget, but it seems necessary to justify spending $50 on underwear) on undergarments. Undergarments that, you know, actually do something rather than just cover me up for the sake of decency.
Push-up bras and something called "shapewear," that's sort of like a girdle, and sort of not . . .
I spent the entire afternoon in Kohl's lingerie department, trying on bras (and "shapewear" which is a whole other category of torture, believe me--I bought a "smoother," which is more or less just really tight underwear.).
I'd go pick out three or four bras that didn't look too bad, go wait for the dressing room, go in and try them on, take them back out, find three or four more, lather, rinse, repeat. You know what would be really good? A bra department that's closed off from the rest of the store and you could just walk around and try them on without all the constant dressing and undressing. That's the part that wears you down.
I ended up buying four bras--two black ones, one (the "push up" one) padded, one not, and two more in the same two styles, but purple, and that only because I couldn't find my size in white or beige. I figured after all that work trying them on, I should get a couple, since, of course, if my usual luck holds, they will now stop making those styles.
In other domestic news, I made soup this morning, which is always one of the indications that it actually is turning into winter here. When Bob and I were having our discussion the other day about what I would eat while he was out of town, he suggested I make soup and chili, and I could alternate those two meals until he got back to cook for me "properly."
My soup is pretty simple. Carrots, onions, potatoes, celery, tomatoes, white beans, salt and pepper, and water. I mostly just keep putting things in until the crockpot is full, then turn it on and leave it for about 24 hours. I'll have wonderful, fragrant soup in the morning to take to work for lunch all week.