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I don't think that I like shopping any more. Maybe it's because I have a three year old, and his idea of a whiz-bang shopping time is Orchard Supply Hardware. Maybe it's because I'm landscaping my house and am continually going to Home Depot for some little tiny irritating sprinker part. And maybe it's because there are just too darn many clothes out there right now, and I don't have the time or inclination to figure out even what looks good any more. When we sold our last company, I figured that I'd "upgrade" my clothes. And I did. There's a nice little boutique in San Francisco that sells a lot of Finnish designer clothing (not kidding.) I bought a bunch of their stuff and hey! It's nice. But I want things that I can wear every day. I want clothing that I can get dirty. I want cotton, easy-to-launder stuff. They don't make a lot of that in great, simple, fluid, flowing lines for forty year olds. Well, unless you go to Kmart or something and get those big floral pants with elastic on the waist. And face it: polyester really doesn't work in the garden. I think it started about five years ago when I went to buy a pair of tennis shoes. I went to one of those shoe boutiques. An athletic shoe boutique. Stuff like that makes me feel old. When you walk in, and there are six hundred different tennis shoes, all with their own marketing profile, for heaven's sake, and many made for people who do a specific exercise for approximately 45 minutes a day followed by yoga or some god-awful thing.... At any rate, I found it depressing. And I never did buy the tennis shoes. Instead, I waited until the next Nordstrom shoe sale and just bought a pair on sale. The easiest selection for me is pre-selection. Also, I dislike the styles. It's ironic, because I always had a little tiny flat stomach. The minute I had a child and turned forty, showing your belly became in, and there's just no way. In the first place, I'm forty, for heaven's sake. I think I'm doing the world a favor by staying clothed at this point. And even when I was younger and more habitually disrobed, I didn't wear it to the office, for heaven's sake. But in the second place, here's one for you. I'm five foot ten. Many t-shirts have always fit me like today's styles -- and I've hated them. Not for their style, but for drafts. Drafts follow me in life. They like to swish right up a shirt that's too short, and freeze the heck out of you. So I just don't get it. But I guess today's young women don't get as cold as I do, and I must say that many are certainly less self-conscious, so ... what the heck. As long as I can find a t-shirt that goes to my hips, thank you very much. And pants. Aargh, pants. I finally gave in and bought at $175 pair of pants last winter because I was feeling fat. They are called Womyn and fit wonderfully. Bummer about the price because I'm too lazy to look for other clothes that fit and now I'm stuck. I remember going to the gap about two years ago and seriously asking the man if any of the pants would even cover my pubic hair. He looked at me and shook his head. Sigh. I think that the gap's getting better (my girlfriends are talking about an Oprah-suggested pair of jeans that make you look taller there, although they don't do anything for me), but sheesh. New styles are hard. Here's the site that started this entire ramble through fashion complaining. I find it totally hilarious. It's called MakeupAlley http://makeupalley.com/ and has message boards where women compare makeup products and haircare products and whatever else they're fervently putting on their bodies. It's actually very useful if you're looking for a new shampoo, but some of the posters scare me! Kate