I take a deep breath and step away from the maternity section (after noting bitterly that now, now, of course, they're selling pretty maternity clothes. As soon as I get pregnant, though, they'll take them all away and start showing clown outfits again).
The mistakes began right away.
First, I try to repair thirty-three years of dressing timidly . . . with a single purchase. I begin to hunt for something completely opposite from my usual taste, because, after all, this one needs to count! If I'm going to take the radical step of actually picking something out, instead of just mysteriously finding it in my closet, it might as well be interesting, right?
If you have ever had a bad clothes-buying trip, read the rest.