Day 18

I actually don’t have too much to say about #18, which means, really, that it shouldn’t have taken me this long to get to it!  For a few months now I’ve been on the hunt for a good sweatshirt.  My demands for clothes seem very basic to me – I have to struggle with my natural sense of style in order to buy something with a pattern that isn’t a polka dot or a stripe – except for the part where I don’t want them to cost a lot.  Yet sweatshirts, for an item of clothing that is generally thought to be the ultimate staple in the lazy man’s (and woman’s) wardrobe are surprising spendy.  $50+ dollars, really?  I was willing to spend $20 max, and after months of putting not-much-effort into looking for one that fit that criterion, I finally found one, at H&M. I’ve come to accept now that, whenever I go shopping, I’ll almost never find whatever it is I’m looking for at the time, but end up finding something I forgot I had been looking for months ago and never put in the diligence to find.

I’ve always had a lot of good luck (in the fortune cookie sense of the word) with inspection stickers on clothes.  It took me about a week to even realize that my new sweatshirt had a sticker, but after throwing it on my chair like I do every day, since I’m allergic to hanging things up neatly, I came across the tag sticking out all willy nilly like so.  I enjoy that it looks like an 8-Ball, and 8 is a luck number since it’s my birthday day.  If I ever played the lottery, it would definitely be one of my numbers (actually, mine are bizarrely close to the Lost lottery numbers, which creeped me out at the time).  Anyway, that’s all she (me) wrote, and it’s time to go see what else I can do with the rest of this rainy, thundery Saturday.