I bought a slip, which was far more trying an endeavor than I'd imagined it would be. Seriously, no one sells slips! Sure, if you want a frilly pink lingerie number, or a lacy black mesh chemise that barely covers your bum, just pop on over to Victoria's Secret or any other number of places. I've got plenty of those. But if you want a real, functional slip, one that does what a slip was designed to do, well that's another matter. I didn't want to shop online (and have to wait for shipping) so I went to Macy's instead.
Macy's is like hell. I tried to think of a better simile or analogy, but there is none because Macy's is like hell. It's too big and overrun with tourists who all walk very, very slowly. One is constantly assaulted by icky, smelly colognes and the music is jarring. It's not even Christmas time (during which they have ushers to control the escalator congestion), and still I wished only for a Bowie Knife to hack everyone out of my way like vines in the amazon.
All I wanted was a plain, black, below the knee slip to go under my dresses. Is that too hard? I mean, I'm only 5'2" so almost anything would be long enough. But after 45 minutes of searching and sifting through mounds of panties and cotton pajamas, I could only find ONE slip! ONE! And that was in the old lady section amongst all the girdles and control-top pantyhose! I had to dig and dig to find one small enough for me!
Anyway, I bought it. The end.