Yeah, okay, so “fashionista” is the last thing anyone would ever refer to me as. But, I got some super awesome clothes from my ever so awesome Cousin Linda for Christmas, and the pants were too big, so I had to go shopping today.
I was in a bit of a tizzy as the stores she shopped in were all in White Rock. Luckily, I found that “Jenny’s” sister store “Suzanne’s” will also accept Jenny’s exchanges, so I was able to avoid a trip to White Rock, but did have to head out to Lougheed Mall.
Still, a successful trip all in all. For one, I was able to pick up all of the little “Things to Buy Before I Puppysit” items, like … earplugs (for Nick, in case the puppy cries at night), paper towel (in case I’m not quick enough on the “omg, time to pee!” trigger), super-soft tissues (so Nick’s poor shnoz doesn’t get all red & sore, he’s slightly allergic to the puppy), and a new shower curtain liner & bath pillow (totally unrelated to puppy, I just like these things.)
And for another, I was able to exchange the pants. So here’s the point of this post: If you are curvy, this is the store for you. For one, it’s a bit of an ego boost. The size 6 pants were miles too big. I tried on the size 4′s, which were better, but still definitely roomy. And there was nothing smaller. The 4′s actually fit reasonably well in the waist, but were definitely designed for someone with some Boo-Tay. I don’t have booty. I have a butt that needs a good pair of jeans to accentuate. With the right pants, I have an excellent ass. But I need those pants. Yes, the kind that girls who DO have booty curse because they can’t fit into them. Some of us aren’t as gifted in the Ass department.
So, fine, I gave up on pants, and started in on shirts. Not only did they have very few size smalls in the store (I usually wear a small or a medium) the smalls they did have were pretty big. I wound up with two cardigans (same style, but different colors) and a slightly flouncy black top. The other shirts I tried on would all have looked awesome if I had tits. Being lacking in the cleavage department meant most of the shirts just weren’t right for me either, even if they sort of fit otherwise.
Alas. But, whatever, I’m happy, I walked away with three new shirts that look lovely, and a bit of an ego boost that apparently the whole making-better-choices-about-food thing has been working, and I am slender and cute. Hooray!
I was wandering around half naked at home earlier, and pointed out to Nick that I actually have a waist and definition in my tummy! Of course, said definition is simply defining the fat in my tummy, but that’s okay. I like my fat, it’s cute and jiggly.
Anyway. Yay for new clothes!