OK I admit it--I'm cheap

Planoamy
Yeah I know. I have a big event coming up tomorrow--the second interview. And to really wow them I decided not to wear polyester pants and instead wanted to get a nice dress suit. My day to day clothes have gotten so casual that I doubt I would pass a very thorough dress code inspection at work, but it's not because I don't want to. I'd LOVE to find myself shanghai'ed by the What Not To Wear show and all my clothes trashed for new threads. I just can't turn loose of the cash to buy stuff that's not already about 60% off. You know, the picked over stuff at Target. So since I don't really have any girl friends in town, when I have to buy clothes Sweetie has to go too.

See, when I go by myself I might make it through one store. Then I am starting the tape in my head, saying how trashy most of the clothes are, and how I could never look pretty in the good stuff, more like swapping the ugly head from a cheap doll and putting it on a Barbie. I usually get close to tears (actually did cry in the Old Navy dressing room once because I was so dumpy) and I leave to find the closest Kirklands and a vanilla candle to smooth things over. It's such an ordeal. I am in colored t-shirts most days, but I have 4 pair of polyester pants--all the same brand! And I only have a brown pair, a navy pair, and two black pair. I rotate them with the occasional jeans day thrown in. Clothes shopping is something I avoid unless I just want to cry about something.

But I knew that I needed to look professional and it meant biting the bullet. Sweetie took me over to Dress Barn. It's not fancy but it does have a few nice suits and lots of pretty colors. He picked out a couple he thought would look nice on me--like Scully, he said. So I tried the first--the pants in my size put the jacket too big. Sigh--damn this pear shaped rear! But the second suit was a dress suit in dark gray with the lightest blue pinstripe. The lady helping us was going for commission but she was really sweet too and found a second shirt that went with it to give me another option. Helen, if you ever go there. So I spent like a week's worth of my old clothing cost for one outfit. For a 30 minute interview. Well, here goes nothing...