I bought some clothes online a couple of hours ago. It’s something I’ve desperately needed to do for months, and I’m sure everyone at work will be relieved that they won’t have to see me walking around with shirts that are fraying at the edges and pants with a hole in the back pocket. No one’s said anything, but they’d have to be blind not to notice. Yes, I’m that kind of person. I don’t care about stupid practical things like clothes, so I put off dealing with them until it becomes a dire necessity. But as part of my new program of ordering my life, I have dealt with them.<\/p>\n
I thought<\/em> buying clothes online would be easier than buying them from a store, since I wouldn’t have to wander around futilely looking through messed up piles of dress pants for something my size. And it probably would have been easier if I had lots of money for clothes. But instead I spent two or three hours hunting through the random assortment of rejects that end up on discount shopping sites. It was educational, though. I learned some new words like twill and chino, and I found out the difference between fiber and fabric, which seems obvious now that I know, but I always thought of polyester and cotton as fabrics. I ended up ordering my pants from Blair and my shirts from Sears, both on sale. I had never even heard of Blair, but they seem to be a major retailer.<\/p>\n So now I don’t have to think about that<\/em> anymore, at least until next year. That sure has been weighing on my mind. It’s such a relief, in fact, that it’s completely cleared my mind. I can’t think of what I have next on my list of boring practical things to do. Not that I’m motivated to try.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I bought some clothes online a couple of hours ago. It’s something I’ve desperately needed to do for months, and I’m sure everyone at work will be relieved that they won’t have to see me walking around with shirts that … Continue reading