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What's the big idea?

My typical mid-winter doldrums were intensified today when J.P. and I visited the mall. Since before Christmas, Casual Corner has been advertising its going out of business sale, and now in the 13 remaining days they're down to the dregs of their inventory. I stopped in to see if I could score a bargain on a spring coat, but it wasn't meant to be. I gave the store one last look and dried a tear from my eye as we walked out the door for the final time.

I'll miss Casual Corner, especially when I need to find a businessy outfit to replace my usual workday uniform of jeans. But I knew this day was coming and was somewhat prepared. I wasn't prepared for what happened next.

We were walking through the mall and approached the store where I usually buy my workday uniform of jeans as well as 90% of the rest of my wardrobe. But instead of the warm wood tones and bright lights of the store, we were greeted by a temporary wall erected by the mall.

Eddie Bauer is gone! No warning, no sale, no postcard in the mail.

As of tomorrow, I'm beginning my preparations for life as a recluse. Because come spring I'll have no clothes that are suitable for wearing in public.
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