Missioning (or going on a mission as most would call it) requires a very strict wardrobe. No patterns, no embellishments, no shiny buttons, no black dresses, no pants... the skirts are to a certain length as well as the coat. Everything is so specific, which will be nice once I am out, but now means that I get to do what I hate most: shopping.
Shopping means making decisions that really don't matter. I will not die if I wear a red shirt rather than a blue one. Shopping means long hours acting as Barbie as my sisters or mother make me try on outfit after outfit after outfit. I think that if I were Superman shopping would be my kryptonite.
I have two skirts and five shirts and one blazer... only four shirts, two skirts, two blazers, hose, sweaters, ... I'm going to stop now before I get discouraged.
Shopping reminds me of my friend Katie, something she mentioned to me when she moved into my neighborhood. She mentioned that she was church shopping. Imagine people shopping for a church, trying on a congregation trying to find the place where they belong. If I think skirt finding is difficult... Imagine trying to find a religion without any clue as to what to look for. At least my shopping has a (admittedly a rather extensive) list
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