I’m not much of a fashion person. I’m too tall for most off-the-rack things, so finding pants that go down to my ankles is a challenge, and all my long-sleeve shirts magically transform into 3/4 sleeve shirts when I put them on. And I’d rather spend money on books or food than pay for custom tailoring. Which would be rather silly, really, since I don’t have an office job, don’t have co-workers to impress, and would probably ruin things with all the urban homesteading I attempt. Shopping is depressing for me because things always fit so badly. Retail Therapy is …

Shopping rant: It’s fall, a time of year I seem to always start to think about my wardrobe and my general trend of apathy about Fashion and how maybe I should at least make an effort to do something about it. It’s generally a bad time of year for me to start thinking about Fashion because I can’t wear any of the olives and oranges that make up the Fall Fashion Palette. I had my “colors” done, once, a million years ago; the person doing them told me I was a “true luminant summer” but I find myself gravitating to …

I had occasion to attempt clothes shopping yesterday. It’s always been a daunting task for me, now more so since Caitlyn thinks that department stores are for running in. She knows she can get around (under) the clothes faster than I, and it amuses her no end to have me chasing after her. I’ve never really gotten into shopping for shopping’s sake, although I certainly tried when I was a teenager. The chief problem is that I’m tall and narrow, and while the models and fashion industry say this is what women should look like, it’s still impossible to find …