I have  a phobia about buying clothes.  I have always had this phobia.  Even when I was young and slim the clothes would not fit me.  I am five feet tall.  I have seldom been able to buy a pair of slacks that did not need to be hemmed.  Now I am fifty years old, the pants do not meet in the middle.  It is as though I have a watermelon or basketball for a stomach.  And the dressing room mirrors do not do any favors.

Shopping with my husband is both wonderful and terrible.  All I need to do is pass by a clothing store and make a comment.  He will insist on going in.  He does not hesitate to find the sales clerk.  Then it will be downhill from there.  I know I will not be able to get out of the store without buying something. A lot of the clothes I buy do not fit or I hate because they are really tacky. 

However clothes shopping isn’t all bad.  Once or twice I find a piece of clothing that I really like.  Often I volunteer at a charity event and I am given a free t-shirt. 

Often it is easier for my husband to go shopping alone.  He has pretty good taste.