divine angst

One of my birthday presents was an e-gift certificate to one of my favorite stores. I bought a stack of stuff a few weeks ago, before Orientation, since I needed some up-to-date business casual stuff, and came away with some “$25 off your next purchase of $50 or more” cards. Whee!

So I found myself with the capacity to spend $150 at a store I love. Yay! The gift certificate, though, was only good online. I am always wary, even if I know how the clothes fit, of buying apparel online. Cautious as ever, I went down to the brick-and-mortar store after class yesterday, therefore, to try on stuff. I tried on shirts of different styles and pants of different styles. I tried on jeans. I tried on sweaters. I looked at everything in the store. I asked questions like, “What’s the difference between these jeans and those jeans?” and “Do these come in any other colors?”

And then I got home and ordered a bunch of stuff. I did draw a tiny bit out of my own pocket, since I really wanted a lovely pair of all-weather gray wool pants. They weren’t on sale and they weren’t cheap. But everything else was on sale, so I got $240 or so worth of clothes for, wait for it….$49 out of pocket. I feel like a true bargain shopper.

So why is this post not more exuberant? Because I cheaped out and went for standard shipping. And that means my lovely new clothes are not scheduled to arrive until the 27th. Of September. Two weeks, in other words, from being ordered. I don’t know where their warehouse is, but apparently it’s no closer than Juneau, Alaska.

Two weeks???