And a bar of Mast Brothers chocolate given to me today by a friend doesn’t hurt either.
I could have sat around the house all day waiting for emails that never came, but instead I went out and walked around the city all day. I was on an agenda this time though. I still had birthday money to spend and I wanted to spend it. Too bad there was nothing to spend it on. Ladies, there is a whole lot of fug out there in the stores right now. Seriously, this is my third time trying to shop for clothes and I have come up empty handed all times (actually, I lie. I bought a gray cashmere sweater on final sale today. Who buys a sweater when it’s 80 degrees out? I won’t be able to wear it for 6 months.)
It’s not everyday that I have money to burn so it’s been disappointing not being able to find anything that I’ve wanted to buy. For kicks I tried on stuff that I’d never consider wearing, just for fun.
Like jumpers (or is it rompers?). I thought that trend was so last year? But, yes they’re still selling them in stores so I tried one on and no. Just…no. Especially when I dressed 3 year old Claudine in a cute denim jumper just yesterday. Can you imagine? The 2 of us walking down the street in jumpers together?
Long maxi dresses with spaghetti straps. So not me. I have a neighbor who looks great in them (I’m looking at you A), but I feel ridiculous, like I’m wearing a nightgown or like I should have a wreath of daisies in my hair while skipping across a wildflower meadow.
On the other end of the spectrum – mini-dresses. Guys, I feel like the hems of skirts and dresses have gone up in the last few years. All the dresses are shorter than they used to be. I’m actually ok with that, but some of the dresses are so short. Like this dress I tried on just for fun. OMG, so unexpected, but LOVE. I feel like it was much shorter than what it looks like on the model which is odd since I’m sure she is at least 3 inches taller than I am, but it just only covered my butt (or so I felt). Obviously I’m not spending that kind of money on a dress I have nowhere to wear to, but if I did… (where was this dress when I was looking for something to wear to the Webby Awards?).
Which brings me to things I always gravitate towards when shopping:
Stripes, particularly navy blue and white, like that dress. How many striped shirts can a person have (many) and why do I still reach for them in a row of shirts on the rack?
A-line, trapeze-style dresses. This one is odd. I don’t understand my attraction for dresses like these since they give you no shape at all and I almost always end up wearing them with a belt. But maybe they appeal because they’re like the equivalent of Thanksgiving pants – you know, you can stuff yourself at dinner or a party and still be comfortable and nobody would ever know how bloated you were.
Sequins, beaded and shiny things. I don’t know where this comes from. Maybe from all those years being obsessed over the East Village drag queens and going to Wigstock at Tompkins Square Park. I just don’t know, but I always need to examine anything shiny and glittery up close. It’s not like I wear stuff like that (oh, I have a few things, I’m not gonna lie), but I really need to step away.
Gray. Like striped shirts, I have too many gray things – t-shirts, sweaters (see? I just bought yet another gray sweater), tops, dreses. It’s a sickness that needs to be stopped. I try to wear more color and sometimes I succeed, usually with bright green of all colors, but I’m always drawn to anything that’s gray.
Skinny jeans. Why do I have to try on a pair of skinny jeans at every store, why? It’s not like I need any more, sheesh.
So today’s shopping trip was a total bust. It was frustrating. Visions of the new improved me with new clothes was not to be, not until there are more interesting stuff in stores. Bummer. But as I was starting to head towards the train to get home after a long day of wandering around, I randomly ran into an old friend, a friend who I hadn’t seen in awhile, but is like my quintessential NYC friend. Why? Because when we were hanging out like every week back in 1999 and 2000, all we did was walk around the city, sometimes taking buses to nowhere in particular and other times just aimlessly wandering around, preferably in dramatic, inclement weather. Our lives have each taken different turns and we don’t hang out as much as we used to, but how fitting it was to bump into him on a day when we both had a rare window of free time. So what did we do? We walked some more and then stopped into the Ace Hotel for some iced coffee. We shared the bar of chocolate and compared notes on how old we’d gotten. Just like old times. And a good day was had after all.