Saturday, March 20, 2010
Two days ago I blogged about being able to get into size 6 jeans. Well this morning I had to go to a meeting at the vet's office where I will start work next month. I don't have a lot of clothes, so I pulled out something old, a pair of dressy shorts, the kind that come mid knee and used to fit close. I held them up to me. They seemed like they would fit and I rationalized that if they were a little large, that would be okay and a belt would solve the problem. Plus, really cute with flats and a little jacket.
I slipped them on and belted them...tight. It was a bit like a girl wearing man's clothes. Well, that's in right? Oh, how I can rationalize. They wrinkled and puckered and I tried to adjust them so they looked gathered in the right places. Incidentally, it was at this moment that I realized that my belt is too big and it is on the last notch. I put a properly fitting top on and walked to wear R. sat. Asking him if this looked all right, explaining the dilemma of not much of an option otherwise. (Don't want to be overdressed and don't want to be under dressed.) He said it might work, if I didn't wear my Hello Kitty slippers. lol
I went back to the bathroom and finished my hair. As I lifted my arms with my vented air brush, my shorts actually fell below my belt in the front, if you can picture that. This will not work, I thought. I undid the belt and slid them off. There was no need to unzip them. Reaching for the trusty old standby, I slipped on extra dark washed denim jeans. So that is how pants are supposed to fit! (Literally, I have nothing that fits in career wear for the lower half. 9 articles of clothing aren't cutting it. I need to shop next month when I get paid obviously.lol )
I glance at the tag of the other dress shorts. Size 17...not just a little big for me. What the heck was I thinking? When will the brain catch up with the eyes? I held those up against my body and rationalized that those would fit me, even looking in the mirror. How? My brain needs some analyzation... But it's got to get better at some point. And hey, on the bright side, I think it is time to dump everything out of my closet and say farewell to even those things I have emotionally been hanging on to. Spring cleaning has approached!