Well, apparently Dad hadn't reached his 'budget' for my birthday shopping spending, so he decided he'd just take me out clothes shopping. Ever since I had Anthony, I've had no clu as to what size I am, and my wardrobe is quite ill-fitting. It was an appropriately needed gift, but it required my presence due to the size confusion. I knew I had lost a good amount of weight, but not quite how much.
Well, I grabbed my pre-preggo size, which was an 8, and figured I'd go from there. THUNK! dropped to the dressing room floor. Hmmm...7? Nope, I could fit an extra ass in the jeans. I grabbed the size 6, daring to think the impossible...I haven't been a size six since...dang, since I was 18. Well, whaddaya know, they fit. I felt like bursting out of the dressing room and screaming "VICTORY IS MINE!" But I figured the little twits at Old Navy might pee their capris hearing that, so I opted for just doing a little booty shake in the mirror.
I was so tickled, and realized that I was enjoying picking out stuff in a few stores Junior departments. Hey, 25's not too old to be wearing this stuff. And since I'm a size 6, well, now wouldn't it just be a shame to suddenly start wearing frumpy Lane Bryant attire?
We hit a few other stores, and I even bounced into Hot Topic. Damn, I suddenly felt my age. I was crinkling up my nose at a micro mini that would turn the whole world into my gynocologist, thinking "who would wear this thing?" Just as a sales clerk who WAS wearing one walked by. I used to think they had cool stuff, but now it all just looks...infantile. The little Black No. 1 clerk came up to me and with a voice that positively dripped acid, asked, "Can I help you ma'am?" I don't think my flip flops have ever moved so fast out of a mall!
*sigh*
Bonus points to whoever can correctly identify an extremely outdated referrence in this post.
Saturday, August 28, 2004
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2 comments:
you mean the TYPE O NEGATIVE referrence?
lmao!! good for you! wife and i look forward to the day when we can have a similar experience. i only feel my age in hot topic if i stray away from the band t-shirts, stickers, and bowling style shirts into the gothy, buckles-and-straps, fit-too-tightly round the parts that should be skinny if i was only eating raw carrots and cucumbers section of the store.
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