I keep buying weird things on Instagram.
Clothing.
This morning a red sweater with a croissant embroidered on it.
In small. Even though I don’t normally wear small.
They are never expensive. The things I buy.
Because I’m never sure I will ever get them.
I put down my address. And my PO number.
Hedging my bets on where they might end up.
I’m never sure.
I rarely buy anything from a local store anymore.
I live in a small town, so there aren’t a lot of choices.
And, if I’m looking for clothing, stores don’t have enough storage space to hold my size. A larger size. They sell more of the smaller pieces. Smaller people can wear anything.
So, instead, I buy presents at retail. From houseware stores. No sizes. Satisfies my “supporting the local economy” thing.
But for clothing, I keep going back to Instagram.
Where they have a lot of new designers and companies.
Usually fun or funny things that make me smile.
Like the croissant.
Anymore I just want to have a good time when I get dressed. Sport a little wink.
A skip in my step.
Dressing appropriately seems like a thing of the past.
When I was working. A lot of black pants and blazers.
But I don’t need to do that anymore.
So I peruse Instagram.
