I don’t understand how we can have the best economy this country has ever seen yet have retail choices that are worse than during the Depression. Over and over, lately, I have tried to make ordinary, everyday purchases only to find that you can no longer get the basic essentials.
Last Summer I discovered that decent underwear for mature ladies is as hard to find as hens’ teeth. Seriously, are we the segment of the population you most want to see going commando?
Leather shoes? Forget about it! Around here, Walmart has chased out all of the competition so there are no longer shoe stores or department stores with shoe departments. All we can “choose” is which style of podiatric-problem-inducing pieces of crap from Wally World we want to waste our money on. Since I refuse to buy plastic shoes, I have been learning to preserve the already 25-30 year old leather shoes I have. Looks like they are going to have to serve me for a long time to come.
Today’s rant was inspired by the discovery that you can no longer buy simple, white cotton socks. Seriously? They ruined socks? I went to the store to pick up the style that I have been wearing for years only to find that they don’t make them anymore. Instead, nearly every style of sock has been replaced with thin, polyester, no-show, garishly-colored pieces of recycled garbage. To cover my bases, I searched for what I want online, and my heart broke to read posts from people whose skin is bothered by synthetics and have nothing to wear.
I wish the world would realize that people are not one-size-fits all. We need choices in fibers. We need choices in sizes. We need choices in lighting styles since some suffer serious migraines from particular types of bulbs. For some, veggie burgers are a healthy dream come true, but to those with plant-based allergies, they are a suffocating death. Come on America, you can do better.
Oh please. Aren’t you done complaining yet?
Like your life is so hard. Look at mine; all dressed up and no one to play with.
(Please ignore the grammar. I choose to vent in the vernacular.)
For a good, old-fashioned reading experience, pick up a paper copy of Dream Our World. In it, Geordie and Toby visit the museum of their dreams.
Dream Our World is an adventure where the world of art is interpreted through the eyes of my pups.