I tried to do some window-shopping last night — I need some festive gear for holiday soirees, and of course I need shoes that do not amount to sandals and such that I still wear to run the halls at work (I don’t wear uncomfortable crap to drive — yay Reeboks).
In any event, no matter which store I went into, I was itchy. Gah. ‘Tis the season for wool clothing to be on every freaking rack. And I curse any asshole who decides to randomly shove a wool sweater on a rack with acrylic sweaters — because then I touch it and get to walk around like I’ve got something stuck up my butt because I can’t outright scratch myself in public. Wool, angora, whatever — makes me burst into hives. Hooray.
No wonder it’s the cyber-shopping season — people like me apparently can’t leave the house till all the winter clearance is gone from the shelves. *softly weeping*