I Hate Shopping

Yesterday morning I was griping about not having enough decent clothes for work. It is true: I'm in one of those weird in between stages. I am able to wear (nice) shorts to work, which is great in the heat & humidity we are experiencing now. Unfortunately, except for 3 pair, my shorts fall into one of the following categories: too small, threadbare, or hand me downs from my mom that look like they are left over from the 80's - so not my colors or fabrics.

So yesterday, my husband gives me some money and asks me to please go shopping. It was so sweet, and I did have time after work yesterday. Unfortunately, while innocently sitting at my desk someone attached a hose to me and blew me up. Me & my swollen belly went to Kohl's. There, it either didn't fit or looked like something your grandma would wear on a carnival cruise. Oh god.

Next I went to Wal-Mart. Yes I did. I found 2 pair of capris that are okay. They are comfortable - mostly b/c they are 1/2 a size too big, but the next size down was a little tight. I didn't spend a lot of money, but add that to my existing shorts and couple of sundresses and I should make it through the summer.

My head is not in a good place today. I was feeling good about my body, and that shopping trip blew it. Feeling sad, I used part of the money to feed hubby & me pizza and beer for dinner.

Ugh.