Unlike most members of my gender, I hate shopping.

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Back in November, I had the bright idea to declutter my closet.  I pared down both summer and winter wardrobes nicely.  (We only have two seasons here.)  Ahhh...A clutter-free closet = a clutter-free mind.

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The only problem is that now I am seriously lacking in the summer clothes department.  Since my last shopping trip (on Day 71 -- See I told you I hated it!) was a complete bust, I needed to venture out again.  This time around, I would go on my own.  I'm a big girl now.  I can pull a wardrobe together without the help/hindrance of a personal shopper who wants to me in a night look suitable for the disco.

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It's not 1976 anymore, Nordies.  photo

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I tried going out this weekend, but with no success.  I wandered around a few stores aimlessly, and then spent a great deal of time looking for a snack at AJ's.  Unless I enter the shopping trenches with a completely full stomach, I'm hopeless.

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I'm not sure what I was thinking, because I was also PMSing.  (Sorry, token male readers.)  Women, should we all agree that no woman in her right mind should be trying on clothes when she is bloated, tired, and temperamental?  Clothes shopping at this time is beyond stupid.

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Obviously beyond stupidity, I decided to give shopping the old college try the next day at lunch time.  I was on a mission to buy a few new clothes for my upcoming trip to Santa Barbara.

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(Why is it that women feel as though they always need new clothes for a trip??? )

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There are women at Noble Publishing Superpower who vacate the building during lunch and hightail it to the mall a half a block away.  They return with new shoes and new clothes.  I am always in awe that they can make fashion decisions in approximatel

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