Today, I walked into a store with every intention of buying a light, springy skirt and heels to go with it. I walked out of the store disturbed and headachey.
There were no skirts in the store. At all. A rack of fugly formal dresses on clearance, but not.one.skirt.
I thought This can’t be right and walked back to the front of the store and walked past every rack. Pants, jeans, capris, yoga pants, I don’t WANT any of that, I want a skirt and heels. I’m sick of jeans and work uniforms and tennies.
And then I left – with the promise that I won’t be back to that store again.