The past three nights I have left the house and gone shopping. I was trying to pre-shop for the conference, shore up for the trip to Florida, and leave the pantry in good standing while I'm away.
Shopping for clothes isn't my favorite activity. I enjoy the alone time, but I'm usually purchasing for a specific event. This means I must tailor the outfit(s) to convey a certain facet of my personality. Because I am still defining myself as a writer, I had to decide what "Megan Coakley: Writer," would wear to a conference. I had an image in my mind, so I went in search of its tangible components.
The Captain has worked for Macy's his entire adult life. It was his first job out of college, and he has remained a loyal employee for over twenty years. I never shop at Macy's. I have no ill feelings toward the company, and I don't dislike their stores. It just isn't convenient for me. I prefer one-stop joints. I like to buy my cookies and capris under the same roof. The three main places I shop-Costco, Walmart, and Target-provide this service for me. Macy's requires a separate trip. If I want a really good selection of petite clothing (I'm 5'2" on a good day), then I must travel twenty-minutes east.
I considered the conference worthy of the drive. I wanted "real" clothes. You know, like grown-ups wear. After wandering for forty minutes, I came upon a small section of Michael Kors petites. I took one of everything into the fitting room, and actually came back out with several items. The next day I donned the outfits one more time for review, and whittled the selections again.
Today I went to Target to buy the things I forgot to buy last time. Just for fun, I wandered through the clothing section. I found some cute t-shirts, and a nice little sweater. Then a drape-y dress caught my eye, as well as a pair of cropped pants. For good measure, I grabbed a cardigan on the way over to frozen foods.
Tomorrow, I'll try it all on again, and re-evaluate. But right now, I'm thinking "Megan Coakley: Writer" wears Mossimo, not Macy's. I'm going to dub it "Frugal Chic." I might even use it to describe my writing. Spare, with the occasional flourish.
What's your style?