in which I run around like crazy
Oct. 8th, 2005 06:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesIt was Wallace & Gromit, and ye gods was it silly! (In a good way, of course. I still think the "Assistance" button is a great idea.)
This morning I got up, looked at the weather, said "eugh", and went looking in the closet for something to wear tomorrow that had sleeves and wasn't absolutely wrong. I came up with a couple of "well, yes, but not for a wedding" options, and a couple of "what in the world gave you THAT idea?" options, and swore, and went downtown this afternoon.
I needed a purse for dressy social occasions, so I took care of that after about twenty minutes of looking at bags and despairing of buckles, tassels, colors, styles and capacities. I finally ended up with a mutt; it was the only one of its kind, but my wallet and a book and various odds and ends will fit in it, and it hasn't got enormous garish buckles or tassels or its brand name printed all over it, so it works. Then began the quest for a sweater or something like one.
Well, it was an absolute bust, is what it was. I wanted something either cream-colored or black, preferably with long or three-quarter sleeves, made of something that didn't make my skin crawl just to touch it. To begin with, everything cream-colored was either sleeveless or wasn't what I wanted (and there wasn't that much that was cream-colored, either. Grey, purple and brown are apparently in just now. Too bad I wasn't looking for any). I talked myself out of black because I was more or less planning to wear red anyway, and wisdom has it that you shouldn't wear black to weddings either. So that left me with two options: a cream-colored sweater, the neckline of which I didn't think would work; a sort of toast-colored cashmere sweater, which I didn't really want to spend that much on; and a white shirt, which was made of something I hated the feel of. So I tried them all on, and discovered that the cream sweater was fine in the neck and too small in the bust, and I was swimming in the next size up. The cashmere sweater had the same problem with the bust, and the arms were too tight. The next size up in that was better, but didn't really do anything for me. The white shirt had either stretched out of shape on the hanger, or was designed and constructed by people who have no clue how a human arm attaches to the torso. It was too tight in the armpits, but had too much material where the sleeves attached to the back. On top of which, whatever it was made of felt sort of oily and heavy and just generally wrong.
I did, however, find a fleece jacket to replace the one I left in Satterfield one Friday afternoon. By the time I remembered it on Monday, it was long gone. Anyway, the one I bought today came out under $20, so that was good.
At that point it was something like 4:00, and I was hungry. So I got on the train to come home, and then it occurred to me that I had nothing much to eat at home. So I got off the train at Roxbury Crossing and instead of going home, got on the bus and went to Trader Joe's. By the time I got done with the commuting and the checkout and all that, it was 5:30, I still hadn't eaten anything, and was spacing out to the point that I forgot which side of the intersection the bus stop to go home was on. I missed a bus by forgetting that, too. So I went and hung around for twenty minutes until the next bus, and ate the sandwich I had bought, and then, finally, came home.
So here I am, still with the problem of what to wear tomorrow, but now at least in possession of an acceptable purse, and food. Too bad neither of my decent jackets is anything like festive.
This morning I got up, looked at the weather, said "eugh", and went looking in the closet for something to wear tomorrow that had sleeves and wasn't absolutely wrong. I came up with a couple of "well, yes, but not for a wedding" options, and a couple of "what in the world gave you THAT idea?" options, and swore, and went downtown this afternoon.
I needed a purse for dressy social occasions, so I took care of that after about twenty minutes of looking at bags and despairing of buckles, tassels, colors, styles and capacities. I finally ended up with a mutt; it was the only one of its kind, but my wallet and a book and various odds and ends will fit in it, and it hasn't got enormous garish buckles or tassels or its brand name printed all over it, so it works. Then began the quest for a sweater or something like one.
Well, it was an absolute bust, is what it was. I wanted something either cream-colored or black, preferably with long or three-quarter sleeves, made of something that didn't make my skin crawl just to touch it. To begin with, everything cream-colored was either sleeveless or wasn't what I wanted (and there wasn't that much that was cream-colored, either. Grey, purple and brown are apparently in just now. Too bad I wasn't looking for any). I talked myself out of black because I was more or less planning to wear red anyway, and wisdom has it that you shouldn't wear black to weddings either. So that left me with two options: a cream-colored sweater, the neckline of which I didn't think would work; a sort of toast-colored cashmere sweater, which I didn't really want to spend that much on; and a white shirt, which was made of something I hated the feel of. So I tried them all on, and discovered that the cream sweater was fine in the neck and too small in the bust, and I was swimming in the next size up. The cashmere sweater had the same problem with the bust, and the arms were too tight. The next size up in that was better, but didn't really do anything for me. The white shirt had either stretched out of shape on the hanger, or was designed and constructed by people who have no clue how a human arm attaches to the torso. It was too tight in the armpits, but had too much material where the sleeves attached to the back. On top of which, whatever it was made of felt sort of oily and heavy and just generally wrong.
I did, however, find a fleece jacket to replace the one I left in Satterfield one Friday afternoon. By the time I remembered it on Monday, it was long gone. Anyway, the one I bought today came out under $20, so that was good.
At that point it was something like 4:00, and I was hungry. So I got on the train to come home, and then it occurred to me that I had nothing much to eat at home. So I got off the train at Roxbury Crossing and instead of going home, got on the bus and went to Trader Joe's. By the time I got done with the commuting and the checkout and all that, it was 5:30, I still hadn't eaten anything, and was spacing out to the point that I forgot which side of the intersection the bus stop to go home was on. I missed a bus by forgetting that, too. So I went and hung around for twenty minutes until the next bus, and ate the sandwich I had bought, and then, finally, came home.
So here I am, still with the problem of what to wear tomorrow, but now at least in possession of an acceptable purse, and food. Too bad neither of my decent jackets is anything like festive.
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Date: 2005-10-08 09:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-09 05:05 am (UTC)