I have many fond memories of summers growing up, spending hours at the shopping mall with my mom. Shopping was a recreational activity. We tried on outfits for hours, carrying piles of clothes into dressing rooms, often exceeding the 6-item limit per person. We stashed bags into the trunk of the car, and eagerly drove our new purchases home to share with dad. I never realized how easy we had it until I attempted to go clothes shopping in the city. My first time checking out the clothes store was on the way home from work. I already had my gigantic purse, lunchbox and gym bag with me. Trying to maneuver and shuffle my way around between crowded clothing racks with all these bags was more trouble than it was worth. I was used to picking up clothing items, draping them over my arms and taking them to the dressing room. Trying on things was half the fun. But in the city, not so much. Once in the dressing room, I would have to unload all of my belongings, remove my coat, try on the ...