Today was a monumentous occasion, but naturally I'm going to tell you a long story before I get to the good part. It's how I show my love for you.
Today is my friend Dave's 40th birthday. I've known Dave almost 10 years, and he is a dear, dear friend. I planned a surprise party for him at PF Chang's with a bunch of his good friends (many of whom RSVPed yes and didn't show, which is one of my largest pet peeves). We had a lovely time sampling each other's dinners.
To celebrate the monumentous occasion of going out to eat for Dave's birthday, I went beforehand to shop for a new skirt. Before I was laid off, I had bought a lot of new clothes in the largest size I've ever worn. These clothes are now all more or less falling off me, so I decided it was time for a new skirt for the party. I stopped by Lane Bryant (which I've seen called Lane Giant in someone else's blog -- this makes me giggle) to check out their wares. I tried on a skirt in their smallest size, and lo! it was almost too large.
I found a very cute pair of black crop pants with white flowers embroidered on them, which were crop length on me (this never happens, as short as I am), and lo! they were also almost too large. Now, I had taken the smallest and next smallest sizes in with me; I knew I had lost weight but wasn't gonna get all cocky. So now I'm all, "huh... who knew?"
I go to find a cute white shirt to go with the flowers on the pants. I try two on, both in a fitted cut, and they're clearly too large in the smallest size. Both clerks informed me that I can no longer buy shirts at Lane Giant.
Now at this point, I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I'm thrilled beyond words, of course, but Lane Giant and I go way back. Shop in a "regular" store? Fuhgeddabouddit! Not pay the "fat tax"? Unheard of! And clearly I don't care about fashion, but I think that's a big part of the reason why (if you'll forgive me the pun).
The clerks, of course, want to know how this weight loss came about. I told them, "I got laid off. I don't go to fattening lunches with my co-workers anymore. I eat turkey sandwiches at home. No more tex-mex -- that's my big secret." Go figure. Give up the love of your life, and the pounds melt away. Ha!
So now that I can shop like a real person, tell me -- where do I go and what do I buy? In theory I may have a new job someday and will need new clothes, so I do need advice. I do read BigMama's Fashion Fridays and pay attention, but I'd love to hear what you have to say too. So let me have it!