Pretty much the best thing that can happen to a woman
Oh, I forgot the most exciting (for me) part of the Target adventure.
My mission was to buy some new pants. My old pants, the pants I bought over the last couple of years when I was forced to accept my size-10-ness, were too big. Not that I don’t thoroughly enjoy wearing saggy pants to work — you know, bringing a street influence to office wear.
Maybe this is a good place for a random rant. Since, oh, high school, all the pants I’ve had to pick from in stores have been low-waisted. I’ve gotten used to this. And now that (a) higher (more normal) waists have come back into style and (b) I’ve started shopping more at Real Grown Up stores, I have acquired some pants that confuse the hell out of me. Why do they come up to my natural waist? This means the pockets are hidden waaaay up under my dress shirt, so it looks like I’m trying to feel myself up when I reach for something in my pocket. I don’t want to have to keep buying cheap shit from the juniors section for the rest of my life, but I can’t handle womens section pants.
Anyway. I am at Target. I grab a couple pairs of size 8s and head to the dressing room.
The first pair is, ugh, the pockets are all wrong. The fabric is too thin. It hangs badly. Screw these pants.
The second pair I like. Wait, no. Are these 10s? No, they’re 8s. Why are they so big? I hold out the waist band away from my body. I’m thinking, “I could get fat again and these would still fit. AWESOME.” Because my brain has long since forgotten that size 6 exists. The last time I bought something with a number that small, I was still in high school.
And of course all women know how inconsistent sizes are these days. So while half the reason I walked out of Target with a size 6 pair of striped gray capris is that I’ve lost a little over twenty pounds, the other half is size inflation and lack of standard sizing.
But that truth did not stop me from prancing around my apartment in my size 6 pants with a stupid smile for a good hour today.
Hey you worked hard for that hour.
If you get too into the music, try not to knock over anything it took a while to set up.
Comment by Raymond — 8/12/2007 @ 12:23 pm
That’s awesome! Size 6… hmmmm such a fantasy…
Comment by staci martin wolfe — 8/14/2007 @ 11:31 pm