Returns!

This pant debacle really is taking up way more time than I have.  I'd rather be home, writing, cooking, rearranging a room, than having to shop.  No, really.

You would think as a woman I'd love the entire shopping process.  No, not me.  I believe in approaching life with simplicity.  Less is more.  And rest assured I like looking as nice and girly as the next person, but these malls are treacherous.

All I ask is to walk in, see what I want straight away, maybe have some lunch and be on my way.

Cooped up in these windowless stores sucks the life blood out of you; you can't think straight and the retail world has their way with you.

I came home yesterday with a multicolored pant, clearly a bad fashion choice, a beach cover up that I do not need and a goose down comforter, which the salesperson promised was machine washable, which it is not and now I have to go all the way back to the mall to return.  Aughhh!

The only good to come out of this is that I found out my pant size hasn't changed.  Go figure!