I celebrated my three-day weekend by breaking down and buying a pair of capri pants with the ties at the bottom. I had no choice...literally. I couldn't find any other types of pants in the stores! Why do Americans insist on wearing uniforms that match their racial/socio-economic demographic? It was fascinating in Australia to see stores that sold different styles of clothes, guided by the groundbreaking concept that perhaps people want to look different from their friends and family. It's fine for 12-year-old girls to look like clones of each other, but God help me if I'm aspiring to imitate a Gap ad at 32 (which is why I refused to ever do the Ug boots/skirt deal.)

I was told this weekend that I am beginning to look like a grown-woman, which is a relief because judging by my slightly latent maturity, I was starting to fear that I would end up like one of those fifty-something women who wear barrets in their hair. (note to self: don't do the pony tail thing...). I'm all for capitalism and fashion, but as in everything...I just want some choices.

Just for today, I'm irritated by shopping in LA.