There was a time when I loved to shop for clothes. LOVED it. It was fun and exciting and was a way to express my creativity. These days, however, I loathe the task most of the time. I don’t know how many of you reading are thirty-something women, but let me tell you, the options out there for us are pretty sad.
There is a vast wasteland of clothing for women my age who want to look mature AND sexy. Fun AND professional. Casual AND put together. There are shops for professional women that veer toward dull and stuffy. There are shops for young women who clearly are spending their nights in clubs and their days taking in (what’s left of) the summer sun. And there are outdoor stores that would be great if I was planning on hiking everyday during my office hours. But, a store for an almost 33 year old who still feels youthful in many ways, but whose club days are far behind her? It seems impossible.
This has been a real struggle for me as I strive to fine tune my image at this stage in my life and it’s a struggle that is not showing any signs of easing up anytime soon. When I work up the energy to go on a shopping trip these days, I usually end up tired, discouraged, and more than a little confused about my personal style and how to find anything that expresses it appropriately.
So, where is the bright light in this sad little rant?
Running. Running is the bright light (isn’t it usually?).
More specifically today, running apparel is the bright light. I love shopping for running apparel. Give me a rack stuffed with Oiselle and a shelf full of Adidas and I am in my shopping heaven. Singlets and shorts and capris and jackets and base layers and, of course, shoes.
One of the wonderful things about running is that it gives you a built in, non-arguable reason to buy a new pair of shoes every few months. And such it was this weekend that it was time for me to pick up a new pair of Mizunos. So I headed down to one of my local running stores (Foot Traffic) with a mission. I’ve grown loyal to my Wave Riders and I was thrilled to bring home a new pair. New color, slightly lighter than my last pair (even better for racing), and just waiting to see me through my next round of training that will start in the coming weeks for the Holiday Half Marathon.
Aren’t they beautiful?
If only all of my shopping trips could be so fruitful.