Voyage of Discovery
I just finished hanging up a bunch of clothes that actually fit me. I didn't stop because all my clothes were hung, I stopped because I ran out of hangers. Imagine a huge grin on my face, because the last couple of months have found me standing in front of my closet on Sunday mornings and swearing--everything I had was too goddamn big and looked like hell.
Having been unable to shop at all for the last year, and not even being able to get out and try stuff on, I didn't really have a grasp of where I was, sizewise.
The first hint came when I settled into my seat on the plane and discovered to my stunned delight that I no longer need a seatbelt extender. The last time that happened, Jimmy Carter was President.
GK had a large laundry basket FULL of goodies awaiting my try-on. Oh, the pretties! Most of them fit; there were more that were too large than too small. The cherry on it all was discovering GK and I are wearing approximately the same sizes--the first time in the more than 30 years of our friendship in which that's been true.
We went shopping--I picked up a pair of black Fashion Bug trousers, NWT, that fit divinely--SIZE 24! The pair I wore on the plane down are 26/28, which explains why I look like I've deflated. Of course, plus sizing is not an exact science--I'm wearing a simple black straight skirt that fits becomingly, and it's a 26--I also have several size 22 dresses and some 18/20 tops....
We want to a meeting the other evening, and I found out that I no longer have to fear being wedged into those stacking chairs--the kind with the chrome arms and legs. I've hated those chairs for decades, and now I'm safe from their torment.
Mind you, me attempting to get up from one of those collapseable folding chairs with the rods and the canvas could probably be sold to America's Funniest Home Videos. Managed it the other morning, though, watching the Balloon Festival. Magical! The balloons, although my eventual successful extrication from the wobbling canvas contraption was also quite satisfying.
This has definitely been the trip of a lifetime! Looks like I'll be staying a while longer, which I don't mind a bit. More as it happens!
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Having been unable to shop at all for the last year, and not even being able to get out and try stuff on, I didn't really have a grasp of where I was, sizewise.
The first hint came when I settled into my seat on the plane and discovered to my stunned delight that I no longer need a seatbelt extender. The last time that happened, Jimmy Carter was President.
GK had a large laundry basket FULL of goodies awaiting my try-on. Oh, the pretties! Most of them fit; there were more that were too large than too small. The cherry on it all was discovering GK and I are wearing approximately the same sizes--the first time in the more than 30 years of our friendship in which that's been true.
We went shopping--I picked up a pair of black Fashion Bug trousers, NWT, that fit divinely--SIZE 24! The pair I wore on the plane down are 26/28, which explains why I look like I've deflated. Of course, plus sizing is not an exact science--I'm wearing a simple black straight skirt that fits becomingly, and it's a 26--I also have several size 22 dresses and some 18/20 tops....
We want to a meeting the other evening, and I found out that I no longer have to fear being wedged into those stacking chairs--the kind with the chrome arms and legs. I've hated those chairs for decades, and now I'm safe from their torment.
Mind you, me attempting to get up from one of those collapseable folding chairs with the rods and the canvas could probably be sold to America's Funniest Home Videos. Managed it the other morning, though, watching the Balloon Festival. Magical! The balloons, although my eventual successful extrication from the wobbling canvas contraption was also quite satisfying.
This has definitely been the trip of a lifetime! Looks like I'll be staying a while longer, which I don't mind a bit. More as it happens!
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