If there is one thing I dread, it's shopping for clothes. Hate it. The last time I was in a mall setting, it was right after the Christmas holiday, about three years ago. I was down to the dregs in my work wardrobe (my standard work uniform of knit pants were remaining in the seated position while I was standing) and was forced to spruce it up. I parked outside of the Macy's entrance, marched in, grabbed three sweaters, two shirts and three pairs of knee socks and hit the cashier. I was in and out within 15 minutes. It was still 15 minutes too long.
New clothing, to me, is right up there with new cars - vastly overpriced and reduced in value almost immediately. My shopping is done in Goodwill, and various thrift stores and I don't even like to shop in them. My solution has been to let all and sundry know that I am open and up for all hand-me-downs and cast-offs. Full disclosure here - the vast majority of my friends are well-dressed women with endless amounts of good taste and healthy clothing budgets. When I am asked by someone where I purchased a certain item of clothing I am wearing, I tell them the truth. While this has raised a few eyebrows (of the more unenlightened), more often than not, this has led to yet another source of great clothing for free.
Case in point: I work with a woman who is my age and has an entire room in her house dedicated to her clothes. While we have vastly different styles (mine is rather, er, crunchy and minimalist, while hers is rather avant guarde in a Miami matron kind of way), she has donated cashmere sweaters, spiffy knit dresses and stylish shirts to the charity of me. My bestie, Sylvie, has enriched my wardrobe beyond measure. I now take pride in pointing out that all but my BGPs are hand-me-downs. This, I am sure, is TMI.
I can focus my shopping on feed stores and yarn emporiums. All is how it should be.