Dagnabbit, I had a plan for what to do instead of skating this week: I went shopping for clothes.
I said elsewhere that I would totally pay somebody to shop for me; but let me revise and say that it isn't so much that I hate shopping for clothes, just that it's an immersion experience for me. I have to block out the time, be in the zone. Then I can mow through the racks like a machine. And not like a machine. I sort of let the Force be my guide. I guess it took me about an hour to get home with six new skirts, in a little bit of a surprising style for me. I'd been thinking the miniskirts that I've been wearing to work were a little bit too mini, and three of the six solve that problem none.
