November 19th, 2005

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Ten minutes at Macy's and I decided I hated shopping.

I want warm, business casual, shirts.  I want actual shirts rather than button-down sweaters or whatever.  I don't want shirts whose sleeves attempt to become one with my skin. Oh, and I want full-length sleeves.  Comfortable material that doesn't make my hair staticky is also preferred.

As I left Macy's, I decided that mass-produced clothing is not the great idea it's cracked up to be.

Filene's was slightly better.  [Sidenote: Macy's has its menswear on the first floor; I suspect they know that men are far less inclined than women to go hunting all over creation for what they want.  Filene's, in contrast, has its ground floor packed with makeup counters.]  However, I have neither a wide torso nor a long torso, and I would like shirts that actually fit my body.  I also don't particularly like polo collars, turtlenecks, or those half-zipper things.

After trying on assorted shirts I gave up as I could feel myself getting angry and frustrated.

I did swing by Payless and get two pairs of black boots for a total expenditure of $40, though, so the morning wasn't a complete bust.  (Though the lady didn't take the Inventory Control tag off one boot, so unless I'm seized with a desire to try shopping again tomorrow, I guess I'll be swinging by on Monday.)

And now I am off to the library to pick up my ILL copy of the book containing the Neil Gaiman short story referenced in this article.