Rules for Shopping
/Ransacking my closet the other day for a suitable outfit to wear to a meeting with a client that wouldn't leave me melting in 85 degree heat, I noticed that for the past 10 years of my life I have apparently bought nothing but sleeveless blouses. I also pulled out swimsuits I'd purchased around approximately the same time Madonna burst onto the music scene. In light of an upcoming beach trip in July with my best friend, it became apparent I needed to do a bit of shopping.
I'm not a shopper. Shopping makes my little linear brain hurt. Too many choices, too many chances to make a bad decision, plus I believe everything the store clerks tell me. (It never occurs to me to ask if they work on commission when they assure me the purple rhinestone pants are all the rage and when paired with a blazer, entirely appropriate as office wear.)