Good morning, Sparksters!
This is gonna be long, but I’m goin’ all girly and gushing and happy dancin’ this morning. The Man is already tired of hearing it, so I’m just gonna throw it all out there with you all…
Let me start with pointing out that I loathe shopping… It doesn’t really matter what for, the problem is that shopping involves stores, and stores involve crowds of people (especially on weekends), and, well, just not my thing, ya know?
The other thing I want to mention is that I have never in my life been the same size or smaller than my partner. I've always been obese (well, overweight now), but have always been with slim and fit men.
Now, I’m currently on disability and don’t go out much, so have been just wearing the clothes that I’ve had for years. I had gone through the closet and gave away everything that fell off as I put it on, so I’m down to just a few basics. These are also too big, but I can at least keep them on with a belt. Since I’m not having to present a professional appearance (the trees really don’t care what I look like when I’m tramping the back-country), I’ve been going with the idea that I could wait ‘til January or so before I would absolutely have to pick up a couple of more basics to get me through until I get down to the weight I want to stay at (somewhere in the healthy range – we’ll see when I get there). I’ve got some vague idea in my head that I should get there some time next summer or so. My plan is to avoid shopping as long as humanly possible.
Besides, I look in the mirror and don’t look all THAT much smaller. Sure, the clothes are a bit big on me, but no big deal, right? If I wash everything in hot, and put in the dryer on high, then surely I can shrink them down that little bit…
So, last week the Man decided that it was time to go in search of new dinnerware. A plate broke and another bowl chipped on my 30-year-old stoneware, and he decreed that it was time to replace them. We spent a few days searching on line, but since the feel is important to both of us, it is required to actually set foot in some stores and check them out in person.
Well, I put on my freshly dried 36 waist jeans on Saturday (with belt to hold them on), and off we went to hit some stores for dinnerware. While we were out, I discovered to my horror that I wouldn’t be able to wait ‘til January for new pants, since even with the belt, I was still pretty much having to hold the jeans on. The Man also wears a 36 waist jeans (he likes to have enough room inside to park a moving truck in with him if required), but mentioned that he had some 34’s at home that he doesn’t like to wear (there’s only enough extra room for a pick-up truck --- apparently that’s not practical for him). Well – no luck on finding dinnerware, but we got home and I tried on his 34’s – JACKPOT! I now have jeans to wear at least until January! Not only that, but I was actually wearing pants a size smaller than my partner!
(I'm just going to ignore the fact that he could fit in to a 32 - but they wouldn't be baggy enough to keep him happy.)
So, Sunday comes along and we’re off to check out even more stores for dinnerware. Naturally, all of the stores are in huge, busy malls, which is enough to give me the screaming horrors. Oooh, but the Man knows me well… We’d hit a couple of stores with no luck, and I was starting to lose it because of the crowds, so he aimed me to the one place he knew I’d be happy: the leather store. OK, I admit it: I have a HUGE thing for leather. I could just stand in there and smell it all day. The store we were in only goes up to XL in their jackets, and their women’s jackets are all fitted, so I naturally gravitated to the purses and boots since there’s never been anything in there that I could wear. They do have other locations that have a minor selection of larger sizes, but not in this particular store. The Man, however, navigated me over to the jackets, knowing what style would catch my eye (we have the same taste in clothing for me), and started shuffling through the sizes. He pulled out the largest, which was a Large (not even an XL), grabbed my purse, and raised an eyebrow at me… Well, I can’t argue with the eyebrow, so I tried it on…
Not a squeeze, no sucking in the belly to do it up, could easily move my arms, no pulling in the shoulders. It. Just. FIT.
And hot damn – did I look good in it!
I've always been able to pull off "statuesque" (tall and hourglass). I easily could do "professional". I could even pull off "elegant". What I could NEVER pull off is "cute". This jacket --- I looked CUTE! I didn't think that could EVER be a possibility for me!
No – I didn’t buy it. There’s no way that I could justify spending that kind of cash on something that I will hopefully be too small for in a couple of months. It did, however, leave me so happily astounded (It FIT) that I just sailed through the rest of the day in the mall. I was in so much shock that it didn't even bother me that we didn't find any dinnerware and that I'll have to go in even more stores this week.
The Man ROCKS! We got in the truck to leave the mall, and he looked over at me and said “Did ya hear?! The Large fits! Next time it’ll be the Medium, you know…”
So – I’m girly, and gushing, and astonished that there has been far more of a change to my body than I was seeing. I can’t say that I’m looking forward to the rest of the clothes shopping, but you all KNOW that I’ll be in that leather store next spring before I go anywhere else!
Wishing you all happy surprises when you hit the stores!