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conulyI don't really like clothes shopping, and most things I now order online. I know the brands and sizes that I like, and I just get those.
Stores always seem to overstimulate, between the lighting and the noise and the waiting on line for the changing room and the fact that I have sensitivities to certain fabrics and, of course, it's never fun to find out that something that looked good on the rack does not look good on you.
Sooooooooooo I mostly put off shopping until I had to, and then I dragged my mother with me, and Jenn if she was available, and also the kids, once they were around, because if I needed new clothes they certainly did too, and afterwards we'd get food or books or food AND books. Which made the whole thing a nice excuse to socialize with everybody.
Still overstimulating as hell, but at least Mommy could manage the worst of the clothes picking out, leaving me with the clothes trying on.
Anyway, the zipper on my green jacket, which is the last one I bought with my mother and also which looks really great, just broke.
I offered Eva the chance to fix it before I drag it to a dry cleaner or tailor shop or whatever. She's been doing a lot of sewing and could actually use more practice with zippers, and she promised that if she decides it's above her skill level she'll tell me before she screws it up, and I believe her.
Stores always seem to overstimulate, between the lighting and the noise and the waiting on line for the changing room and the fact that I have sensitivities to certain fabrics and, of course, it's never fun to find out that something that looked good on the rack does not look good on you.
Sooooooooooo I mostly put off shopping until I had to, and then I dragged my mother with me, and Jenn if she was available, and also the kids, once they were around, because if I needed new clothes they certainly did too, and afterwards we'd get food or books or food AND books. Which made the whole thing a nice excuse to socialize with everybody.
Still overstimulating as hell, but at least Mommy could manage the worst of the clothes picking out, leaving me with the clothes trying on.
Anyway, the zipper on my green jacket, which is the last one I bought with my mother and also which looks really great, just broke.
I offered Eva the chance to fix it before I drag it to a dry cleaner or tailor shop or whatever. She's been doing a lot of sewing and could actually use more practice with zippers, and she promised that if she decides it's above her skill level she'll tell me before she screws it up, and I believe her.
