I’m not much for clothes shopping. When I see multiples of something on a rack, it doesn’t do it for me. It’s like shooting fish in a barrel, you might say. Where’s the thrill of the hunt? And don’t get me started on pants. Except for some jeans, there is no immediate gratification unless your height and weight are what the brands think they should be. It’s not like:
[excitedly] These pants are amazing! I’ll wear them today!”
but more of:
[irritable after looking at all the pants in the store] These pants are not ugly. If I get them, I can alter them this weekend. Or not. I might not have time. I might not feel like it. Guess I could wear my big boots, so they bunch up. That might work.
Only–happy ending–the pandemic has taught us that “pants” are not required. At least, not in my line of work.
But yeah. Shooting fish in a barrel….Let’s not shoot fish. Let’s shoot apples.
Like shooting apples in a barrel.
Unless! you go to the thrift store. Sometimes you end up with the perfect pants. You just do. And it’s much more of a rush, because you know that it was Meant To Be.
So today, I went to the thrift store. I was on a quest. The art project that is percolating in my brain is a funeral scene, so I am on the lookout for little people to be mourners. After I took a moment of silence for Uncle Fun (where they had all kinds of tiny people, animals, random everything in about 65 drawers all over the store), I went in. And I came out with:
WOWmazing GIANT Bubble Concentrate
Push pins that look like fluorescent earplugs (but don’t worry–the pin would stick OUT of your ear)
“Amigo Bands” (is that racist? probably.) I mean, a kit with beads and cord to make leather/vinyl bracelets
A picture frame that is close enough to the right size for what I need
Ski goggles that I realized were ripped up crap, after I bought them. Eh, can’t win ’em all.
4 oz of glass seed beads
And a box of small fake food! I’ve always wanted a box of small fake food. Mine is labeled as “mini brands” and I have Hostess cupcakes, Smarties, Skintimate Shave Gel, Pez, 2 Skippy PBs, Warheads, and Spam. I am. WAY. too excited about these.
And yet, no tiny people. But I guess I do have all the refreshments for the funeral, so that’s something.
*Post-vacation update:
- Went into store.
- Found perfect pants.
- Saw that they were 5 inches too long.
- Was irate and left.
Guess I’ll have to learn how to use a sewing machine. Stay tuned to see how THAT goes.