Why I dislike shopping number 97483
This morning I went shopping.
Not for books, or yarn, or chocolate, or stationery, or the things I enjoy shopping for.
For clothes.
I don’t enjoy clothes shopping. As mentioned before, I’m most comfortable in jeans, a black t-shirt and runners. I don’t really like shopping for them, but I can deal with it.
Today I went shopping for other clothes. I think that was my first mistake. My second was to go out without a morning cup of tea.
Anyway. I was fairly successful. I managed to buy a new pair of jeans and some plain black trousers, and this made me cocky and over-confident. So, when I saw a little black top on sale for a fiver, that wouldn’t be something I’d usually wear, I figured it couldn’t hurt just to try it on. It was sort of corset-like – sleeveless, tight fitting and structured. Note the tight fitting bit. It unzipped most of the way down the side, and then slipped on over my head. It was ok. Not hideous. I considered buying it.
Then I tried to take it off.
I couldn’t.
I was stuck in it. Completely stuck. The top would not come off. I tried wedging my arms down into it and wriggling it up over my head. I tried turning it inside out and crossing over my arms over my head while reaching back down to pull it up. In a particularly delusional move I took off my shoes and trousers to try to wriggle it over my hips. I considered claiming to love the very much evening wear top so much that I wanted to wear it immediately, despite it being mid-morning. I almost considered shoplifting. I cursed the fact that I took up yoga two weeks ago rather than two years ago. I thought about tearing the top off (it was only €5), but couldn’t. (I then cursed coming out without my sewing kit).
Eventually and after much wriggling and clothes wrangling I managed to remove the top and put my own t-shirt back on. I’d pulled muscles in both my arms but I was free.
I didn’t buy the top.
Lol sounds like my last dress shopping experience. Sure it would let me put it on and tease me with it’s flattering color, but when I went to get back into my jeans…
09 May 2009 at 9:50 pm
Oh Issy, that’s too damn funny. I’m glad you were able to free yourself, despite the pulled muscles!
09 May 2009 at 10:28 pm
Mail order is the ONLY way to shop! I get all red in the face at the mere thought of a changing room!
09 May 2009 at 10:31 pm
If it helps about 10 years ago I had a similar (but I think worse) experience. It involved a dress, no bra, and a busy communal change room. I got stuck with most of the dress on my shoulders. I’d tried to forget that, so thanks for the reminder :)
09 May 2009 at 10:34 pm
Been there before too. It’s mortifying. Especially if the top gets stuck when it’s half way on, half way off and you are wondering how the hell you are going to get out of it. I’ve given myself neck injuries in the past from doing this – I even did it more than once – I’m delusional about what size I really am!
10 May 2009 at 1:40 pm
Oh sorry Isobel, but I’ve just laughed and laughed at you expense! But I can just imagine your feelings. And you have the injuries to remember it by . Poor you.
10 May 2009 at 2:48 pm
Oh dear…what an experience. I don’t feel so bad, this has happened to me. Try some arnica on the sore muscles and maybe some Rescue Remedy, since it was a stressful situation for a while.
10 May 2009 at 7:34 pm
Like so many of the commenters, been there also. Where did you have luck with the jeans?
11 May 2009 at 10:58 am
Egads. Have a sudden urge never ever to shop again. Really, thank God for online ordering.
11 May 2009 at 12:32 pm
glad to hear your top free. shopping can be hazardous!
20 May 2009 at 5:16 am