Shopping *dies*

So work was long, exhausting, productive, and most importantly hot. I honestly got a whole lot more than what I usually get done in the woods. So after this, what is the first thing I hear when I get home. My mom, telling me that I need to get showered and changed, and then we're going shopping. Joy.

Let's just put it this way: I'm 5'1" and I am not anywhere near slender. Nothing ever fits perfectly. Barrels usually work best. But something has got to give. You see, the tops in the juniors section cannot be cut to fit any sort of real body. I'm not small, mind you, but my mother is. If an extra large top can barely fit her, there's a problem. Think about it. Pants at least can be cut-off, tailored, or something to fit me. Besides, I've grown to like the too-long look.

Also, I cannot believe the ugly things that can be found at those bargain-basement department stores. For every good thing there's about 50 hideous things, which is only slightly worse than at the normal department store. It's just hideous goes to a whole new level.

Okay, high-heeled sneakers. And I mean like pump high-heels, not platforms. And I thought that was bad enough when I saw the monsters: Hiking-boot stilettos.

Yes. That's right. Hiking-boot stilettos.

Now, I'm not a fashionista. But even I can see the problem in this. A shoe that can be glaringly inappropriate for any and every occasion. And they're the classic tan and brown shoe. Okay, so they'd be charming at a forest wedding. But stiletto heels and hiking boots DO NOT MIX. Working in the woods, and going out to a party are two completely different worlds. But if the world works the way I think it works, as soon as I denounce them, they're going to come into style.

Oh dear gods no.

Over and out.