Today we drove into the big city for shopping. We didn't have any pressing things our to-do list, but I was hankering to get out of town. It's been seven weeks since our last trip. Seven weeks of spring thaw-freeze cycles is hard on the soul. As luck would have it, we timed our drive to coincide with a snowstorm. The drive was pretty, but nerve wracking
We picked up Mr Wrath's birthday present: a Lodge camp dutch oven, aka a cauldron. We checked out beds for the boys and bought none since none were in our budget. I went to a fabric store where I bought a pattern and some fabric for a summer dress -- blind optimism, thy name is Nan. The male members of the family went to the hardware store and the library. Mr Wrath and I got our Starbucks coffee fix and we brought home take out Indian food for dinner.
I also attempted to purchase jeans. First I had to find a pair that fit my stubby legs. Then I had to try on a few pairs to see if that particular store was using vanity sizing or REAL sizing. Next I had to decide if I wanted low-rise, contemporary or classic fit, aka zipper length. Then I rejected numerous styles based on pocket placement, and ass embellishment. Did I want straight leg, boot cut or skinny? Dark wash or light? Faux distressing on the thighs or the butt or uniform colour throughout?
And in the end every single pair -- each one a different brand and a different combination of features -- was saggy in the ass. No jeans for me!