I hate shopping

Despite all the cliched stereotypes of womankind who are paraded in the media as being bastions of empowered females because they sleep with who they want and earn their own money, it is not yet acceptable to admit that some women don't like shopping. Those of us that do not enjoy faffing about for days on end scouring shops for items of clothing which cost more than a secondhand car are made to feel as though we are either lying, in denial or just transgendered. Such is my desire to avoid shopping, and the love I have for clothes which are comfortable and familiar that I am in the process of attempting a rather audacious patch on a pair of jeans which I have had for five years and love, but which have become increasingly obscene over the last few months. The problem is that not only is 85% of the area of the jeans just fine, but also that I cannot find a suitable replacement for them without actually going in to shops and looking (which itself may still not yield a worthy substitute). So, I have sacrificed an old top which I found forgotten at the back of a drawer and started to patch them, and I am hoping beyond all reasonable expectations that it works because otherwise I will have to spend all my time either at home in my pajamas or with my legs clamped together for fear of flashing my knickers.