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I had a long post going, but I was getting really tired of listening to myself talk. I think it's getting to be that time again where I will go all quiet and sick of myself again soon, though it's nice to have the weather trying to make up for it for a change. Today won't be much help though, it's dark and rainy. If I'd really wanted to spend today clearing out dead leaves and sticks I should have checked the weather yesterday before I tortured myself by going to the mall.
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uniquecrash5 was back from his trip and we were mainly going to help K adjust to the idea that he is back, but still needs to leave the house, so a trip to the mall one stop away from Daddy's work sounded like a fine time. It wasn't going to be a long trip, but I figured it would be a good chance for me to get some new underwear. I am old and wise enough, I should have known better.
Shopping for clothing is hard for me because I have to do it through a wash of suppressed rage. Rage at the clothing industry, rage at society that created the situation that is the clothing industry, you know, your basic over educated indignance. My temptation to rant about it is strong, but I know I'd be preaching to the largely converted, and the rest of you would be in TMI territory so I will resist.
What I will say is that I think it's appalling how much the price of clothing is rising compared to the fact that it's still being made by the horribly exploited 3rd world, or maybe these days it's more horribly exploited pockets of the 1st world, I don't know the specifics, all I know is it still strikes me as odd that the people making the clothes are still starving to death, and I increasingly can't afford the clothes that the starving people make, so somebody somewhere must be getting pretty rich.
I also still think it's evil, down right calculated evil, that men's clothing is so much easier to get in any old size and shape you want, all affordably for the most part, and I can't. Don't even get me started on that one or we will be here forever.
This last statement will only make sense to the other large women out there, but I am also tired of the VOID SPACE between slim and fat. It isn't such a bad thing when it comes to simple shirt and pants, but DAMMIT I CAN'T BUY UNDERWEAR TO SAVE MY LIFE! The one line I will save out of the previous post is this: "XL looks like something my husband maybe could wear, and XXL looks like I could transport my wardrobe in it. My ass is large, but it doesn't need its own transportation. I can't squeeze into the skinny stuff, and the fat stuff fits atrociously because of how much it hangs here or bags there. Consequently I always feel like I just crawled out of the clothes dryer." If we can have fat stores and skinny stores, CAN'T WE HAVE A HAPPY MEDIUM STORE FOR SIZES 14-26??? You on-the-fringe girls know what I am talking about, I am sure, so I'll lay off now.
On the flip side of shopping, we tried to get what I view as the last piece of the dining room. The main reason I haven't taken photos of the house is that while it's clean, the walls are still pretty bare. Mostly this is just a question of finding a few more things in storage and pulling them out and having a day of decorating, but I've also been waiting WEEKS it seems for a print to finish it. It's like the most common print in the world so you'd think it'd be easy, but alas commonality also spells "out of stock". It's not like me to spend real money on art, but when you see the finished product you'll understand. You will probably also laugh your ass off, but we'll see...
Hopefully I will update more later and be less boring and pissed when I do so. But it is glorious to have Crash home. That will likely be what I go on about later- he got me to play video games yesterday for the first time in years, hilarity ensued.
I was feeling good,
uniquecrash5 was back from his trip and we were mainly going to help K adjust to the idea that he is back, but still needs to leave the house, so a trip to the mall one stop away from Daddy's work sounded like a fine time. It wasn't going to be a long trip, but I figured it would be a good chance for me to get some new underwear. I am old and wise enough, I should have known better.Shopping for clothing is hard for me because I have to do it through a wash of suppressed rage. Rage at the clothing industry, rage at society that created the situation that is the clothing industry, you know, your basic over educated indignance. My temptation to rant about it is strong, but I know I'd be preaching to the largely converted, and the rest of you would be in TMI territory so I will resist.
What I will say is that I think it's appalling how much the price of clothing is rising compared to the fact that it's still being made by the horribly exploited 3rd world, or maybe these days it's more horribly exploited pockets of the 1st world, I don't know the specifics, all I know is it still strikes me as odd that the people making the clothes are still starving to death, and I increasingly can't afford the clothes that the starving people make, so somebody somewhere must be getting pretty rich.
I also still think it's evil, down right calculated evil, that men's clothing is so much easier to get in any old size and shape you want, all affordably for the most part, and I can't. Don't even get me started on that one or we will be here forever.
This last statement will only make sense to the other large women out there, but I am also tired of the VOID SPACE between slim and fat. It isn't such a bad thing when it comes to simple shirt and pants, but DAMMIT I CAN'T BUY UNDERWEAR TO SAVE MY LIFE! The one line I will save out of the previous post is this: "XL looks like something my husband maybe could wear, and XXL looks like I could transport my wardrobe in it. My ass is large, but it doesn't need its own transportation. I can't squeeze into the skinny stuff, and the fat stuff fits atrociously because of how much it hangs here or bags there. Consequently I always feel like I just crawled out of the clothes dryer." If we can have fat stores and skinny stores, CAN'T WE HAVE A HAPPY MEDIUM STORE FOR SIZES 14-26??? You on-the-fringe girls know what I am talking about, I am sure, so I'll lay off now.
On the flip side of shopping, we tried to get what I view as the last piece of the dining room. The main reason I haven't taken photos of the house is that while it's clean, the walls are still pretty bare. Mostly this is just a question of finding a few more things in storage and pulling them out and having a day of decorating, but I've also been waiting WEEKS it seems for a print to finish it. It's like the most common print in the world so you'd think it'd be easy, but alas commonality also spells "out of stock". It's not like me to spend real money on art, but when you see the finished product you'll understand. You will probably also laugh your ass off, but we'll see...
Hopefully I will update more later and be less boring and pissed when I do so. But it is glorious to have Crash home. That will likely be what I go on about later- he got me to play video games yesterday for the first time in years, hilarity ensued.
