My family?
Kindof sick of me right now.
See, mom read about my weight loss.
And sent me some money to get some clothes.
Girl clothes.
Cute, sassy.
Girl clothes.
It's been years since I bought anything like:
- Pants with a zipper
- Anything remotely fitted
- Cute, sassy shoes
- Color. My mantra? Black.
So off to Target we go.
I took my favorite fashion consultants Clinton and Stacey, I mean, John and Kati. Oh, and Jonathan.
We walked the aisles of Target, and I kept looking at the Junior departments saying
"That? That is my 'Someday Isle'".
As in, someday "I'll" shop in those sizes.
And I meant it.
For the first time, I though it was possible.
We got to the Plus Size area and I started looking through the small amount of inventory they had.
Sigh.
I looked at jeans, but John said he didn't think I as ready for jeans yet.
Talk about bursting my bubble. I pretty much went downhill from there.
My whole attitude changed and suddenly, nothing looked good on the hangers and I wanted to go home.
Sensing that, John suggested I try on some jeans anyway. You know. just in case.
So I grabbed a couple pairs along with a few tops and headed with Kati for the dreaded hateful, spiteful hell dressing rooms.
You know the ones with the big mirrors.
Those.
With a deep breath and a small shove by my daughter, in we went.
I tried on the jeans first, in the size i was sure would be too small.
They zipped.
And buttoned.
And the heavens opened and all God's glory shown round about.
Then, I heard the words I was least expecting to hear.
"Those are too big. Try on a smaller size."
John was now more than redeemed in my eyes. God love him.
With fear and trepidation, I went for the next size down.
The one whose tag stated the size started with a "1", and not a "2".
They zipped.
And buttoned.
And the heavens opened and all God's glory shown round about.
And I did the happy dance right there in the handicapped dressing room.
Then, I went out and did the happy dance.
And people stared.
And I didn't care.
All is right with the world.
And I have spent the last two hours saying "Did I mention I'm in a SIZE 18 JEAN"" over and over and over and over. They are getting rather tired of me. SO, I turn to you.
"Have I mentioned I'm in a SIZE 18 JEAN?"
"Have I?"
"Hello?"
(Now, read those last three lines over an over and over and over and over. Til you're sick of hearing me).
Allrightythen.
I ended up with these jeans, new undies (LOL) to "support" my new habit, and the cutest purple vest (think this is grapey purple) eveh. And cute hair things. And some hair color.
Tomorrow, I'm going back for these sassy shoes, and some long sleeve v-neck shirts.
Cause I've tasted cute and now?
I want more.
(Thank you Mommy)
And by the way? To celebrate success tonight?
We ate an entire container of caramel and chocolate popcorn and peanuts.
Makes total sense, right?.
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