I love this whole thread. Sovay, I've never been to a Northeast coast, but your post makes me want to go. So much life and wonder.
I also find shopping for pants to be a discouraging expedition, made harder because all I frequent these days are thrift stores. Not the fancy kind to be found in the bohemian atmosphere of the university and downtown areas, but the kind run by charities to support their work, or sometimes the kind run for profit, but still serving the poorer folk. These days, I am the poorer folk. Some of the shops have dressing rooms, but the ones with the best prices ($5 for a grocery shopping bag of clothes!) didn't have a dressing room until just a month or so ago, so I had to wrap the pants around me and guess at what would fit. I do much better with tops. But, I will try to remember to think of the hermit crabs, all lined up and hoping to avoid the cowrie shells, the next time I am shopping. Thanks for that uplifting image.
I remember my mother coming home, back in the seventies, with a huge selection of dresses that were hand-me-downs from a neighbor, all made in the sixties. I hated those dresses, and my mother told me I was being ungrateful, but I was already a misfit enough at school without wearing clothes that were a decade out of style.
P.S. Asakiyume, thank you for sharing this post on your journal. I might have seen it, as I've been trying to read my friends list more frequently, but I love the cozy conversational feel of these interlocking posts and comments.
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I also find shopping for pants to be a discouraging expedition, made harder because all I frequent these days are thrift stores. Not the fancy kind to be found in the bohemian atmosphere of the university and downtown areas, but the kind run by charities to support their work, or sometimes the kind run for profit, but still serving the poorer folk. These days, I am the poorer folk. Some of the shops have dressing rooms, but the ones with the best prices ($5 for a grocery shopping bag of clothes!) didn't have a dressing room until just a month or so ago, so I had to wrap the pants around me and guess at what would fit. I do much better with tops. But, I will try to remember to think of the hermit crabs, all lined up and hoping to avoid the cowrie shells, the next time I am shopping. Thanks for that uplifting image.
I remember my mother coming home, back in the seventies, with a huge selection of dresses that were hand-me-downs from a neighbor, all made in the sixties. I hated those dresses, and my mother told me I was being ungrateful, but I was already a misfit enough at school without wearing clothes that were a decade out of style.
P.S. Asakiyume, thank you for sharing this post on your journal. I might have seen it, as I've been trying to read my friends list more frequently, but I love the cozy conversational feel of these interlocking posts and comments.