Slightly shameful...
Aug. 14th, 2003 12:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sanpaku_backupI went to the Burlington Coat Factory and saw that suits started at $100, while jackets were at least $70. I should have gotten a suit, as even a lousy suit looks better than a good jacket. But a suit takes a week to be altered. Ouch. I was kicking myself for not looking into it sooner (but last week was incredibly busy). And their jacket selection... was really, really awful. "Gray" jackets are all either hideously patterned or just the wrong cut. After a lot of looking I found a jacket I wanted, but it turned out to be a size too small.
I was ready to give up in disgust... and then...
In desperation we went to the store down the road, and I got a jacket for six ninety-five. As in six dollars and ninety-five cents. Yes, it was Goodwill. It had a pinhead-sized hole on one sleeve and a small tear in the back, and it pinches a little in the armpits. Also, upon really looking at myself in the mirror, I think the buttons end a little high. And it will have to be ironed to within an inch of its life.
But I suppose it will do. I'm probably going to go to the Burlington Coat Factory in Providence tonight anyway and see if I can do any better. It might not look all that shabby, but I'm paranoid, and I have to walk down the goddamn aisle and everything. I feel kind of ashamed. But he was the one who told me about this two weeks ago, when I was living in the middle of nowhere. Right? Right?
Now be sure not to tell Richie, because if you do, I'll have to kill him.
So I drove back to Providence last night in record time: door to door in six hours flat -- best time ever! Once out of NPR-land I passed the time by listening to Murmur and Luna, then the CD player stopped working. But for some reason a Boston station was playing a live Radiohead concert, and I listened to that for the last hour and a half of my drive... Another slightly unreal element of the drive was this enormous cloud that seemed to be hanging over Boston as I entered New Hampshire, dead ahead, illuminated every so often by gorgeous cloud-to-cloud lightning strikes. It turned out that as I kept going south, it kept staying in front of me -- I suppose it was off the ocean somewhere. Made it relatively easy to stay awake!
I was ready to give up in disgust... and then...
In desperation we went to the store down the road, and I got a jacket for six ninety-five. As in six dollars and ninety-five cents. Yes, it was Goodwill. It had a pinhead-sized hole on one sleeve and a small tear in the back, and it pinches a little in the armpits. Also, upon really looking at myself in the mirror, I think the buttons end a little high. And it will have to be ironed to within an inch of its life.
But I suppose it will do. I'm probably going to go to the Burlington Coat Factory in Providence tonight anyway and see if I can do any better. It might not look all that shabby, but I'm paranoid, and I have to walk down the goddamn aisle and everything. I feel kind of ashamed. But he was the one who told me about this two weeks ago, when I was living in the middle of nowhere. Right? Right?
Now be sure not to tell Richie, because if you do, I'll have to kill him.
So I drove back to Providence last night in record time: door to door in six hours flat -- best time ever! Once out of NPR-land I passed the time by listening to Murmur and Luna, then the CD player stopped working. But for some reason a Boston station was playing a live Radiohead concert, and I listened to that for the last hour and a half of my drive... Another slightly unreal element of the drive was this enormous cloud that seemed to be hanging over Boston as I entered New Hampshire, dead ahead, illuminated every so often by gorgeous cloud-to-cloud lightning strikes. It turned out that as I kept going south, it kept staying in front of me -- I suppose it was off the ocean somewhere. Made it relatively easy to stay awake!
