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Right, so I've been needing new work clothes for about a couple of years. My main wardrobe stipend consists of t-shirts and jeans, but through work and several other recent developments (i.e, realizing that I'll soon be interviewing for jobs and grad school), I've finally realized how important it is for me to have nice clothes that fit. I only figured this out because all my nice work-appropriate clothes were in the wash and I was forced to wear shorts, button-front shirts, and other items that haven't actually been donned since high school. Or, even more embarrassingly, middle school.

Yesterday I went to our local outlet mall to hit up some of the stores there. I expected it to be this big ordeal, because I can never find pants or shorts that seem to fit me. They're either elderly-person gigantic or have the weight and length of bikini shorts, and that doesn't fly either. My ideal shopping scenario is one in which I walk in, immediately find something I like, have it fit me perfectly, after which I pay and walk out.

Miracle of miracles, I basically had that experience yesterday. Literally picked something up, went 'ooh' and didn't want to kill myself after trying it on. Because there were so many discounts and sales going on, I was buying chinos, bermudas, capris -- all sorts of things. I even bought argyle -- a pattern which I've only recently stopped mega-loathing. Argyle!

Seriously, I went all 'What Not to Wear' on my wardrobe. It was ridiculous. Luckily, I think I'm set on work attire for the next couple of centuries, at least. And that's a good thing, because I couldn't afford to do this more than once. Sheesh!