Thursday, April 25, 2013
Well, I had to interview at my job this week for a FTE position. (I'm a contractor) and that means pulling out my interview attire. I am really old school (according to the infants I work with) because I am a firm believer that you go to an interview, you wear a suit, male or female. I hate when women, especially, show up in a skirt and top, sometimes more sunday school or spring picnic to a little too clubby, for an interview. An immediate 10 point demerit for not taking me and the position seriously.
I work in a lab and I kind of hate my thick stubby legs, so I usually wear pant suits. I have no problem with a skirt suit. Hell, I'll even accept a coordinated skirt/pants and jacket. But at least something that resembled a bloody suit. But I am so off subject with that rant. I'll note one last thing, the other contractors that I work with that are interviewing for the same position, all wore suits...HA HA HA. Even the babes that said it was old fashioned.
But I pulled out the awesome suit my BF bought me back when I first interviewed for this position a little over a year ago. I bought it a little snug. If I hadn't regained the 5-7 pounds I have been fighting over the last 6 months, the pants would have been way too big. They required a belt as I am now. This led to closet diving/ fashion show.
My beloved red suit is not wearable. It's a size 12. I love it. I sad, but I NEVER want to fit into it again. But I knew that last year, hence the new suit then. The current suit is a 6 from the Limited. There are so many things I've held onto that I can wear again. There is this gorgeous red mini dress that my mom made back in the 70's I have that I LOVE! I stole it back in high school and will NEVER give it back. It's loose.
I am trying to get excited and motivated. Can you tell? Yes you can call me a skinny b, if you want. I mean a size 6 is loose. I know. I know, but there is a little more I want gone. It's what I see in the mirror, the pooch and inner thigh saddle bags that I really want to go. Begone. HA!
I remember wearing that red suit to my Aunt's wedding. It was tight and now I drown in it. I look at all that extra fabric and I am amazed. I didn't understand that I was that big or am I that small now?
The scale is staying under 140 for the last few weeks. I want the number to get to under 135, then under 130, but that is just beyond me right now. I need to jog/workout regularly to get there. Also the tub of Easter candy isn't helping. I hid it this morning. Out of sight, out of mouth right?
I am working on the Lightning sunglasses and the last bit of the pauldroon 2.0. I'm not up to sewing yet. My brain isn't there. I do need to get the freaking crown and mask done. I can't find the bloody beads I want anywhere. I am going to go google bead stores.
Oh, yeah, SOUTHERN WOMEN'S SHOW tomorrow with my friend Heather! YAY! Maybe I can find beads there, or a big aqua cabochon for the center stone.