Day Off Number 2

I ended up mostly working yesterday. It’s like I’ve forgotten how to goof off or something. Today I must! must! must! not work. Except, I have to continue jeans shopping, for the love of God. And that’s work as far as I’m concerned.

To make a boring story short, I’m a 4 in terms of fit and what looks good, but I’m a 6 in terms of what feels comfortable. I always get the 6 and end up looking a little dowdy, so I was determined to buy the 4 and look good for once. And I did. But now I’m not sure I made the right decision. I’m going back in. Freaking insane. I hate shopping. HATE.

This is the Wall Street bull at the bottom of Broadway. When I was looking for the site of Echo’s first (and only) office I almost went with a building to the right of this bull. I love this spot and I fell in love with the office—it had transom windows!! Everything about it had that old New York feel that I love, but the building was completely empty otherwise, and the whole area was kinda desolate and I didn’t feel confident it would turn around soon (I was right). But I would have been personally very happy there.


Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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6 thoughts on “Day Off Number 2

  1. Shopping for jeans is indeed insane – when the new jeans on the rack have holes in them and sanding wear. This is fashionable? Sorry, I am perfectly capable of ruining my own clothes all by myself. Drop a running belt sander on a jeans-clad leg? Hey, No problem. My specialty is catching a belt loop on the door latch – but spilled motor oil, gear oil or transmission fluid are all right up there. Its so easy to “distress” your own clothes.

    But its much easier for guys. Because we shop at Sears. Because the jeans are so close to the Craftsman Tools Dept. This is a sacred place – where they let you caress and even purchase the blessed items that you hadn’t previously realized you needed. (Who knows when you might find yourself in the position of needing to remove the starter from a 20 year old Chevy truck?) And when they have closeouts on clothes, you can buy the clearance jeans at the 50% off last clearance price sale, with an additional 60% off at the register, plus an additional 20% off with your Sears card, and in the end, I think after all the discounts, they cost like $3.71 – and you can then go buy some new shiny wonderful new tools that you don’t really need, but might “some day” – after having saved so much on the jeans.

  2. I love Rick’s comment.

    I, too, hate, hate, hate clothes shopping. Why do they make it so difficult for women? I’m a size 12 or a size 10 or a size 14 or whatever size the manufacturer decides on that day.

    I’ve found that LL Bean works for me along with Duluth Trading and that’s where I get my clothes from. I can’t tell you how long it has been since I went to a mall or a shopping center.

    And don’t get me started on shoes. . .

  3. I hate shopping for clothes also. Partly because I have such high hopes that they have all the right sizes in the fashion and utility that I want. I finally decided just to take a deep breath, pretent I’m having a good time, and lower my expectations. I shop at Kohl’s (big discounter here in the midwest) and they have so many deals I don’t see how they are making any profit.

  4. Believe it or not, I am still dealing with this. I went back and got the 6’s and now I have to decide which to return. INSANE.

  5. I think you should send us pictures of you in the sizes six and four and let us decide. This is obviously a decision you shouldn’t make by yourself.

  6. Ha! I ultimately went with the size 6, which I am going to take to the tailor. I also went through show trauma. One size was a little too small, the other too big. Why am I always between sizes??

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