I’ve been shopping. Imagine that. And it isn’t just Christmas shopping, either.
In addition to the other pratfalls in my keystone cop tour of New England, I seem to have lost about 30% of the wardrobe I brought on the trip. It went missing somewhere between Maine and Massachusetts. I am sure the jeans, three blouses, two bras, and one sock are enjoying their extended vacation in one of the many lovely inns we frequented in our travels.
I think it was probably all that moving from one hotel to another practically every day. Despite my best intentions and organization techniques, it doesn’t surprise me that some of my clothes did not find their way back into suitcases. As I pointed out in my blog on October 17th (http://www.terrilabonte.com/2018/10/twenty-two-and-a-half-winks/), I am not a great sleeper. Max is an even worse sleeper. We are both even more inept at it when we are on vacation. Neither one of us slept much ‘during our New England trip. Nearly every morning, we had to pry ourselves out of bed in the wee hours to get ourselves and our luggage ready to board the bus. This meant functioning (or disfunctioning) on about four-and-a-quarter winks on a pretty regular basis. In my sleep deprived and harried state, I am sure that some clothes that I intended to transfer from my overnight bag to a laundry bag in my suitcase just decided to stay in bed.
I am not going to dignify the disappearance of the single sock with a comment. Heaven knows, I lose single socks regularly in my own clothes dryer at home. The fact that I lost one in New England barely ripples my radar.
The other missing articles of clothing are a bit more significant. The loss was a bit disconcerting, but the up side was that I had an entirely acceptable excuse to go shopping. Replacing the bras was not a huge problem. It was pretty easy to walk into one store and simply buy the same size, style, and brand I lost. The jeans were tougher. The missing jeans were not new or particularly expensive, but they fit really, really well. I am mourning that loss a little. Sure, I could walk into any department store and buy more jeans, but finding a pair of jeans that actually fits my bizarrely shaped backside is rather like hunting the elusive unicorn. I have learned that I cannot really hunt for a pair of jeans like that. I must be patient and wait for the jeans to find me.
I have been out shopping several times, maintaining the fiction that I am only trying to replace the three blouses that got lost on vacation. However, I find myself running into the same problem again and again. As I roam the department stores, my eyes keep lighting on true autumn clothes. I keep pulling sweaters, jackets, and corduroys off the racks. As I view myself, in the safety of an air-conditioned fitting room, draped in cool weather weight fabrics in fall foliage colors, I have a hard time not purchasing those garments.
It must be a conspiracy. It is freakin’ Florida. There is no autumn. Why do they even display such items? Probably because I am not the only one who hauls out the cozy the instant the mercury drops below 90 degrees. I have lived in Florida almost four years. You’d think I’d learn my lesson. Florida may be in the same time zone as the Northeast, but it is certainly not in the same clothing zone. Yes, it may get cool enough to don a sweater for an hour or even a day, but the weather is just teasing. By the next day, the mere thought of wool will be enough to send my sweat glands into overdrive. I have numerous articles of clothing in my closet that I have worn only once or twice because the climate in Florida just won’t cooperate. Just because I am no longer sweating while actually in the shower does not mean it is sweater weather. By the time we have our eight days or so of winter and it is chilly enough to justify something heavier than a t-shirt, it is usually January or February. By then, autumnal-colored clothing doesn’t seem quite right either.
At least, before I went on vacation, I could tell myself that I could at least wear those seductively cuddly clothes in New England. Now that some of those clothes apparently decided it was too hot to return to Florida, I truly have no excuse to buy a rust-colored corduroy skirt and three sweaters. Yet, I did.
Heavy sigh. Please, somebody stop me before I buy yet another article of clothing that it will never be cool enough to wear. I clearly have a problem.
What do you feel compelled to buy that just isn’t practical for your lifestyle? How do you resist these urges? Please share your perspective by leaving a comment. In the alternative, you can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Have a warm and cozy day!
Extra, extra… read all about it!!! My book, Changing My Mind: Reinventing Myself In Retirement is a suitable gift for all occasions. Besides being entertaining and informative, it is rectangular and easy to wrap! Perhaps you would like to visit https://secure.mybookorders.com/orderpage/2076 and order a copy or several. If you use the promo code terri , you will get a 15% discount. You can also order at amazon.com or barnesandnoble.com, but the promo code will not apply.