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Purses, Shoes, Socks, Outfit & Pantyhose

Permanent Linkby AnnMarie on Thu Apr 20, 2017 8:03 pm

After several days with no money, I got paid. Thank Goddess.

At 7:30 this morning, I went to Walmart to pick up my outfit that I plan to wear to my next session with the gender therapist. Both the skirt and the top were between sizes; I wasn’t sure which size I needed. So, I took two of each garment, in neighboring sizes, to the fitting rooms. I asked the woman on duty if I could use one, told her how many garments I had, and she let me in. She didn’t give me a disapproving look or anything.

I found my sizes, then rehung the garments on their racks. I don’t remember why I did this. I know I didn’t have a grocery cart, and I know I was interested in finding a different top in the same series. Anyway, I rehung the garments, then found the top I wanted. I took the top, fetched the skirt, and then started looking for pantyhose. When I couldn’t find them, I went back to the saleswoman. For some reason, she now seemed a little strained. Something was freaking her out; I guess she had expected me to leave, and now wondered if I was planning to haunt the women’s department.

She showed me where the pantyhose were. I found the ones I wanted, then went looking for socks. I wanted ladies’ socks. My own socks were looking pretty ragged and needed to be replaced; and I’m gradually winnowing my wardrobe of boy clothes. I found what looked like some great socks and bought a six-pack. I then breezed through the cosmetics aisle and picked up a lighter and liquid foundation, some yellow concealer (for the beard), a brush for applying the foundation and another bottle of Revlon Red nail polish. Since I’m going to be painting my toes, I wanted to make sure I didn’t run out.

From there, it was home. Once there, I took out the top and hung it up. I then took out the skirt to hang it as well – and that’s when I discovered I didn’t have a skirt, but a pair of capri pants. They had been hanging on the same rack and were the same color and material.

It occurred to me that the error might have been fortuitous; so, I tried them on. Naaah! I wanted the skirt. This meant going back to Walmart. First, however, I wanted to see how the socks fit. They were brilliant! So, I gathered all the boy socks I have been wearing for who-knows-how-long and threw them in the trash. I then prepped the trash bag for the dumpster, planning to take it out in my way back to Walmart – that was when it occurred to me to check the wastebasket where I dump used kitty litter. It was full. So, into the trash bag went the kitty litter, again, on top of discarded boy clothes.

There is something special about that.

Back to Walmart. I took advantage of my return to pick up another six-pack of those excellent socks (which I was now wearing) and to get a twenty dollars in cash when I paid for my stuff with my debit card.

The stores at the mall were now about to open, and would be open once I got there; so, I headed for the mall, to visit the shoe store I had visited last week. They had the same style of shoe that I had found on-line and was planning to purchase, but in a size 12, not 13, which I thought I needed. Nevertheless, the salesgirl had suggested last week that I try on the size 12 to see if it might fit; so, that’s what I was going to do. I was able to get it on, but it wasn’t comfortable. I needed a size 13. The only remaining question was whether I needed a 13-regular or a 13-wide. I discussed it with the sales girl, but we couldn’t come to a consensus. So, I asked her if I could order both and return the one that didn’t fit; and she said that would work. So, that’s what I did. She was very nice; she gave me a 20% discount for ordering through the store rather than going on-line. That was extremely welcome.

Since I was at the mall, I decided to go back to Sears. In case you don’t know, Sears is in big, big trouble. I don’t know if they’re going to survive as a company. At the Sears store here, prices are slashed all over the place. On a previous visit, I had visited the purse section; and gobs an gobs of purses were 50% off.

Now, I know nothing about purses. I looked around, finally finding one that I liked. I also looked for what my mother called a “pocketbook,” a very utilitarian little clutch-sort-of-thing (if I have the right idea of what a clutch is) that snaps on the top and has room for credit cards, checks and cash inside. I always admired my mothers, and since I started shopping for myself as a woman I’ve been on the lookout for something like it. I think I’ve seen one thing similar, and it was both out of my price range and not to my taste.

I needed the input of an experienced woman. Sears seemed to operating on a skeleton crew. I found a woman selling some jewelry to a couple and waited patiently for her to finish. When she did, I asked her if there was anyone who could assist me with purses. She said she would be the person to do that. I asked her about the pocketbook I was looking for; she knew the item, but likewise couldn’t put me onto one. I then asked her to look at the purses with me; and she agreed.

I showed her the one I had picked out and asked if she knew of any others in a similar style. As we walked around, she would point out this or that possibility, most of which I shot down. So, she then asked me about the person I was buying the purse for, to get a better idea of what she would want; and I told her, “That would be me.” And she didn’t miss a beat; the conversation continued as if a man (in her eyes) buying a purse for himself was the most natural thing in the world. Most of the sales people I have dealt with so far have been like this.

She eventually showed me another purse by the same manufacturer. It was the same price as the one I had found. She told me why she liked this new one better than the one I had found; and I didn’t need much convincing. I bought the one she had found. So, now I have a purse: versatile, suitable for casual shopping or a night out. Suggested retail price: $79. I got it for half.

The saleswoman also told me that a good place to go for little wallety sorts of purses was Target. So, when I left Sears, I went to Target and found one. It’s black, like my purse, but covered with gold sparkles; and, while I’m not normally a gold sparkle kind of girl, it’s growing on me. I can imagine pulling it out of my purse, a nice little shiny surprise both for me and for anyone else I happen to be with.

And now I’m going to do something daring. I’m going to throw away my boy wallet and start carrying my girl wallet. Of course, so long as I’m not out (who are we kidding; at this rate, I’ll be screaming it in the town square before long), I’ll keep it in the car when I’m out; but, if I should happen to need it while someone else is watching, even someone that I know, well … c’est la vie!

Ooh! Something else I saw at Target: big floppy hats! I tried one on, and it was wearable! It didn’t exactly *fit*, but unless it’s a windy day it will work long enough to make an impression! Wow, I hope they still have them when I get paid again. Who knows, I may just go down and buy one anyway. Yum!

While I was paying for my girl wallet at Target, I suddenly realized that I had never gotten my twenty dollars in cash when I was at Walmart. So, it was back to Walmart for the third time today. This time, I was there a while. They audited the cash drawer of the register – which they do by weighing each denomination of coin and bill; very strange – and the results were inconclusive. So, someone checked the camera recording; and they determined that, No, I had not gotten the $20, and they paid me.

All in all, it has been a truly lovely day.

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Re: Purses, Shoes, Socks, Outfit & Pantyhose

Permanent Linkby Snaga on Fri Apr 21, 2017 5:12 am

You've been a busy girl! :)

Too right about Sears- it's pathetic. I have hard feelings- both for the bastards that ran Kmart into the ground, then the bastard that picked us up after bankruptcy, closing stores and selling off the real estate, and cutting my job out, so he could raise capital (rather then spend his own), buy Sears and run it into the ground. Yes people, it's called Sears Holdings, but Sears did not buy Kmart-it was the other way around. Kmart was a means to an end.

Can ya tell I'm bitter? Lol.....

This sounds as if it's very much getting to be second nature, with you!
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