Shopping in the misses department

I haven’t bought new work clothes in years. Literally. It has been YEARS since I said, “I’m going shopping for work clothes.” Devoting a shopping trip to business casual attire is lame. But my scroungy stuff is getting….scroungy… so the hunt began the other day.

I found some uber cute outfits. No cleavage, but no looking like a dude.

I was at JC Penny when I had an enlightening moment. I don’t shop in the ‘juniors’ section anymore. I’m pretty disgusted by it, actually. Everything looks super cheap and super stoooooopid. I’m just not into the $2.50 sales on stuff I’ll never ever wear. Don’t get me wrong, this sister can’t pass up a bargain, but I sure CAN pass up cheap FUBU.

Then I realized where I was shopping. I looked around. 40-somethings everywhere. And me. SON OF A MERCEDES! I saw a chick with whom I had NOTHING in common walking down the aisle. “Don’t do it.” I thought. DON’T.DO….IT! NOOOOOO! She then proceeded to pick up the SAME blouse I had in my hand.

I moved to the Juniors section to see if Baby Phat or Fubu had ANYTHING for me. Nope. Nothing. So I went back to the department with the 40-somethings I had nothing in common with. Only to realize that we did have something in common after all. Work clothes. Freakin sweet.
Next I'm going to be buying Mom Jeans.....