I'm starting to worry that people at my work are realizing that I only wear three different pairs of pants and five shirts. It wasn't always like this. Not so long ago, I had maybe seven decent pairs of pants and lots of shirts.
The pants are easy to explain. After a few winters in NYC, some of my pants developed salt rings around the hems. Disgusting, I know. I haven't thrown them out yet, but at least I've stopped wearing them. After all, somebody would notice, right? Even if nobody does, I know they're there and that's bad enough. As for the shirts, half of them are a little too wacky for me now. Maybe I'm in a temporary non-wacky phase, but I can't bring myself to wear shirts with a Q-bert design on them.
Long story short-- I need to go shopping. But the idea of looking for work clothes makes me want to go home and take a nap. What could be more boring than going to the suit section of J. Crew or Banana Republic? Oh wait, I can't go there because they don't carry petites in the store. I hate trying on pants because it makes me feel short and lumpy. So I guess it's internet shopping for me. At least it'll spare me the fitting room.