On Vox: Let's hear it for retail therapy!
Earlier this week, I tried on a pair of my old shorts from last summer. Trying on shorts with a 46 waist does not work out well when you dropped down to a 42 waist (more or less) over the past nine months. I looked at how the waistband bunched up around my belt and decided it was time to go shopping for the beginnings of a new summer wardrobe.
I found a nice pair of khaki shorts from Harbor Bay and ordered a black denim pair from the same company, as they didn't have the black denim in a 42 waist. I also found a nice pair of dark blue denim shorts that I purchased. (I got those in a 44 waist, as something about that brand caused them to feel pinched at the waist.) I also commented to the girl that I drop much more weight (and I plan to), I'll have to stop shopping at the big and tall store. She laughed and agreed, saying that I'm actually wearing the smallest size they sell. I told her I was glad to be shrinking, but would miss the quality of service they offer at the store. I mean, this girl spent ten to fifteen minutes helping me, including two searches through catalogs to find specific items I wanted (but they didn't have).
This evening, I also ran to JC Penny's in search of polo shirts in light colors. It drives me batty that a lot of stores only sell men's polo shirts in darker shades. So on Cathy's suggestion, I ran to JC Penny's (she also suggested Macy's, which I may hit in a couple weeks). I managed to find polo shirts in pearl pink, dusty blue, and paradise pink. Now I just need to find one in lavender and another in a nice mint green and I'll be all set.
It's funny how buying nice clothes for yourself can have such a powerful effect on one's state of mind. I'm worried I may be getting a bit vain, though. (And no, this doesn't mean I'm giving up the tacky tee shirts.
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Originally posted on jarredharris.vox.com