I despise clothes shopping with the passion of 10,000 firey suns. I have exactly zero fashion sense, am painfully cheap, and am a difficult fit (especially for pants). Admitting that I need to go shopping takes a while, psyching myself to actually go is a process, and a pants shopping trip usually ends (unsuccessfully) with tears and/or cursing. Needless to say, my work wardrobe consists of almost exclusively black trousers and lightweight shirts (because I also have zero tolerance for being hot).
I went shopping on Saturday. For pants. It ended with no pants, a lot of cursing/self-depreciation, and a six-pack of pineapple ale. Well, technically a six-pack plus one additional can because we have antiquated laws about alcohol in my state and we have to buy beer by the bottle or the case, and the bottle shop that I buy at gives you a seventh can for a penny.
Note to self: Banish the thought of "I haven't gone shopping at (store name) for a while now. I should try there." out of my mind and go to where I know the clothes fit.
Why did I go shopping? Because I'm participating in a marketing photo shoot for work tomorrow. "Participating" makes it sound like this is a voluntary activity, but really it's not. And I am the least photogenic person on the face of the earth. I am looking forward to it like I look forward to dental work.
I thought that a new outfit might make me feel good, or at least a little bit better about this stupid photo shoot. But it was not meant to be. Ugh.
But anyway, that's not what I want to write about.
I want to write about the fact that there were advisements all over the store about Mother's Day. Holy Hell. Mother's Day isn't for a full month. It's nothing more than a profit scheme for the greeting card companies holiday. The store I was at sells clothing for women, men, children, juniors, etc.
When I saw the first advertisement, my eye roll was so hard that I damn near had a seizure. I was so annoyed.
I suppose this is an improvement over previous years, however.
But yeah, it looks like we (at least those of us here in the US) have a full month of advertising for a holiday that doesn't apply to us ahead of us! Pass the pineapple ale!