Things I Hate Shopping For
There are a few things I really, really hate shopping for. Bras. Let's not even go there again. Jeans. Ugh. I just want to know who doesn't loathe jean shopping.I'm adding mascara to my list of "Things I Hate Shopping For." First, I should explain that I hate change in some things. I hate going to the store for a trusted, beloved item, only to discover that it has been discontinued or the store no longer carries such item. This happened recently when I went to buy new mascara. I left the house knowing I needed mascara and knew it was "2,000 Calorie," but I couldn't remember the manufacturer. After scouring the makeup department for a long time, I decided I just needed to move on and find a new brand. I spent over 20 minutes studying mascara. 20 minutes. With Sawyer in the shopping cart.
Why so long, you ask? Because there are numberless variations of mascara. Waterproof or washable? Curved or straight brush? Lengthening or thickening? Um ... yes, please. I studied mascara and tried to weigh the pros and cons of each one. I was overwhelmed. All I really wanted was my trusted "2,000 Calorie."
Well, I finally settled on one and I don't like it. As a person with blond eyelashes, I need mascara. I think it's the one item I cannot live without.
(After a little research, I realized that Max Factor no longer sells cosmetics in the United States.)
The other top-ranking thing I hate shopping for is pantyhose. Tell me if you don't hate it, too.
A few months ago I had another "official, town council" funeral to attend. This funeral was for the sudden, unexpected, tragic death of the husband of a town employee. On my way into drop Spenser off at preschool, I was talking to a fellow council member about the funeral. She stated she needed some black hose and didn't have time to pick them up. I offered to help her out since I was in town anyway. And then I decided I'd buy myself a pair, just in case I didn't have any.
Holy moly. I think I spent 15 minutes perusing the pantyhose aisle. If I were a man, I might have been called a pervert or something. Black? Off-black???? Reinforced or sheer toe? Control-top or sheer panty? Once I figured out the criteria for the hose, I had to find black hose with the reinforced toe in a control-top in size B (or Q or whatever). It's not as easy as you'd think. I think I picked up the off-black three times in a row. I finally found black hose for us and I vow to never buy hose again.
So, please tell me, what do you hate shopping for? There must be something.
Comments
What do I not hate to shop for would be a better question for me. I can hardly ever find what I’m looking for and usually don’t have time to look anyway.
Also, I don't like shopping for shoes. Why do all the dress shoes have to have 4 inch heels? Why does everything look cuter in a size 5 (rather than my 9)?
I don't have a problem with pantyhose, but maybe that's just because I buy them more often and know exactly what I want. But I totally agree with you on jeans, bras, and mascara. (And recently discovered that a beauty product I use no longer exists - argh!)
This might be my first time commenting here - if so, hello! Longtime reader....
::shudder::
My favorite mascara is L'Oreal Voluminous. I have it in both waterproof and non-waterproof. It doesn't flake off and it's easy to wash off. I have nearly invisible eyelashes as well and this mascara makes them look awesome!
Then when I get it home it usually does not fit -- for same reason bras don't fit. It's awful. I hate swimsuits. And also, underwear. It's impossible to shop for underwear.
I'm afraid I've become a nearly online-only shopper and therefore spoiled by the convenience, selection and comparison shopping ability not available when taking myself to a specific store for a thing.
That said, if I never have to go into a bridal salon to shop for a bridesmaid dress and those awful "matching" shoes again, I'll be 100% satisfied with my life. LOATHE.
As far as what I dislike shopping for...bras and undies. The worst thing about underwear is the gamble. You can't try them on. Bur they are all made so differently. Some too tight, some too high waist, some too low leg, some don't fully cover my tush. Its like Goldilocks of the underwear aisle for me. And then of course once I finally wash, wear and determine I've finally found the winning pair, I can never find more. Argh!!