Therapy

If I'm not feeling too great, I have a good chunk of free time (either realistically or through procrastination), I'm in a relatively private area, and I have free access to internet, I do the shameful. I turn to online shopping therapy. (I used to dye my hair with the cheapest and boldest colors at Rite Aid, but the professional world won't allow me to do it anymore, and the split ends are no fun)

What is it about online shopping that usually ends up with my urbanouttifers.com (a store I only buy clothes from online) cart full of clothes I hardly wear and don't have shoes to match with? It's the skirts and dresses (no good for Michigan winter and too scandalous on a bike!) that I always buy online. I only wear them if I'm out of jeans (I'm talking about more than 2 weeks of neglected laundry) and taking the bus somewhere.

But if I go to a store in person, it's rare for me to buy skirts and dresses. When I try them on, they hit my legs at odd places (knee length becomes just past the knees, mid calf becomes the terrible lower calves which does nothing for my ankles). But online, I'm safe from the clothing obstacles that being short presents. Plus, clothing models don't even look that glamorous. Okay, she isn't that much above average looking and below average weight (but only compared with all the other models on the site). That dress will look pretty much the same on me. Maybe a little longer, so I buy it with my credit card and feel satisfied.

And then I get it in the mail after tracking it on FedEx for half a week and it's a different color, it's super loose, it's too tight, too long, or too hipster for me and I hang it up in my closet and don't touch it again until I forget to reload my laundry card.

But, at least, I usually start getting work done afterwards. Maybe I need more hobbies.