Shopping? I need Coffee!

I hate shopping. Everyone knows it, including Hubby.
Today was no exception.
We were lucky to find a car parking space exactly where we wanted to be, where the ladies shops were practically all in a row, and for once I was feeling optimistic.

One of the Larger Lady retailers had a 30% discounted sale on. Even better thought I, as we left Maggie in the car and walked in.
Hubby loves me. I know this. But when it comes to clothes, I’d rather shop on my own but today he was determined to get what was needed under the guise of ‘medical supplies’, and cost was more or less irrelevant.
brasI knew my size of course but decided to ask the saleslady to measure me as it had been a while and I had lost a little weight since my last purchases.
I’ve actually lost 2 inches off my bust, so Hubby was grinning his ‘I-Told-You-So’ toothathon as we went back to the racks.

After yesterday’s fiasco with not finding anything approaching my (as it turned out wrong) size, I was somewhat miffed to discover that sizes here started at my OLD size and there was nothing available in stock.
What is even more annoying is that EVERYWHERE now seems to rely on ordering on-line, so that shops don’t have to keep unnecessary stock.
That is absolutely no good to someone like me who
a) hates shopping so doesn’t do so very often but likes to go in and buy immediately,
b) is on a bit of a deadline (ie before Monday).shoppingOn to the next shop where we spoke to a very nice young lady who had very little in the way of stock at all, and nothing in my size, new or old, anyway.
Sports bras were by dress size, all of them being the over the head design, and crop tops wouldn’t provide sufficient support, even if they were back fastening.
However, she came up with several suggestions as to where we might get lucky, so we trotted off to continue our search.
angryI’m getting frustrated, hot and bothered, and want to go home.
Hubby is undeterred, marching into the next shop and taking a seat as I have a look around.
Hallelujah, I found something suitable in my size though not exactly what we had in mind.
I want to go to the till and pay, but Hubby wants to look elsewhere, saying it’s an option and we can always come back.

We end up going into an old favourite where we usually get his y-fronts, something else that has become victim to availability.
Ladies lingerie is in the dungeon basement, and the assistant bless her, points us in the direction of the lift rather than the stairs as she sees he’s on sticks.
Perfect! Rows of exactly what we’re after, as recommended by the breast clinic, my size, a
two-pack.  As I promise to wear the black one during the day and the white one at night so that he can see me in the dark, Hubby pulls it off the shelf before I can look at the price tag, which is horrendous! Thirty Quid!
I’m not happy. Hubby is ecstatic, elated, joyous even, as he goes up to the counter to pay.
I have no say in the matter. I need them, he says. It’s important, he’s paying. End of story.

Don’t misunderstand. I’m not ungrateful and know I’m extremely lucky to have a man like him in my life. But when it comes to spending money, we normally tend to be more conservative, and thirty pounds for two bras is rather high, especially when I could normally buy 4 or even 5 for that price.

coffee and baconNow that we have the vital underwear sorted, we decide to have a coffee but are too late for a breakfast roll so instead have a savoury pastry and a cake for our two pounds ‘deal’.
I’m fed up and on a hiatus from syns today.

I now need to look for nighties and insist I go on my own.
Hubby doesn’t mind, and goes back to the car to take Maggie for a short walk.
I returned to 2 of the previous shops but nothing was suitable.
As there was the sale on, I tried on a pair of jeans and got into a slim fit size 16 pretty easily. They were a little uncomfortable round the waist though, so maybe when I’ve lost a few more pounds. If they’d fitted, I would’ve bought them with Hubby’s blessing as he’s looking forward to replacing my wardrobe anyway.
He’s a gem, isn’t he.

Almost back at the car now, I returned to the shop where the assistant had been so helpful and found a nightshirt on the discounted rail.
For all I knew, it could have been half of a PJ set, but it was the jacket on its own, long enough to almost reach my knees, with buttons all the way down the front. Blue and white stripes like wee willy winkie, but who cares?
wee willy winkieAt seven quid, so much more acceptable.

On the way home, I was thinking about my future clothing requirements.
I have a cardigan I can wear instead of my jumpers, but I don’t actually possess any blouses, and all of my tee shirts go over my head.
Aw sh!t. Guess where we’re going tomorrow……………… yeah, Menswear!


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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10 Responses to Shopping? I need Coffee!

  1. foguth says:

    I HATE SHOPPING, too! Particularly for clothes.
    …. Okay, so I DO like shopping for plants, yarn and fabric. I even like the Farmer’s Market, though I’m not particularly fond of big grocery stores (mainly because I suspect they overuse chemicals + pick things prior to them ripening because they are easier to ship).
    Would a bikini top be an option?

    • To be honest, I don’t know. Sports bras (or full support ones) were recommended, so we went for those. I guess trying to find a bikini would be a nightmare at this time of year anyway, but who knows, maybe on the beach next year? I don’t own a swimming costume at all now, and as my banner says ‘I don’t skinny dip, I chunky dunk!’ (Gift from my Mum).

      • foguth says:

        I detest swimming, but thought that since you live in a marina, there might be shops that had swimwear.

      • Sadly our marina isn’t one of these with a shopping mall attached, just the office, laundry and a shower block. We have the town just up the road with a couple of clothes shops, and plenty of charity ones. The river is adjacent to us but there’s nowhere really one could walk down to the edge to enter the water for a swim.
        We do however have a nice new swimming pool a mile or so away that has recently opened. Who knows? Last time I went swimming was in NZ in 2010!

      • foguth says:

        Last time I sent swimming, I was scrubbing the bottom of EvenStar’s hull…

  2. At least you found some things you need!

  3. Wife recently went through the same shopping necessity. I, do, however, enjoy voyeur-ing my way through the aisles with her as she tries to find the perfect size and style. Alas, to no avail. Ah, me. She had to find her way on another day–without me. And the feed was done–expensively.

    • Never mind James. Hopefuly like me, necessity doesn’t come round very often, and when it comes to undergarments, sometimes it is more beneficial to spend those few extra pounds for something that will last and not result in backache due to lack of support!

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