What's even funnier is that this shopping trip comes after my best friend, Barbara, sent me a box of her outgrown size 10 pants - she is a tiny size 6 now, thanks to Weight Watchers and working out (go Barbara!). And I actually fit into most of her pants! Including a gorgeous lined pair of black Ann Taylor Loft trousers - the fanciest pants I have ever owned!
I was able to get some shopping in with my mom when we visited my parents in Oregon before we went on to Maui. We went to a huge Talbots store, where I thought we would be finally able to shop in the same section for the first time in oh, decades...but the funny thing was that we were still split - me in the regular size section and my mom in the petites (what is it with these tiny women in my life - both she and Barbara should be shopping together, lol!). Anyway, I ended up getting a red corduroy blazer, a couple of short-sleeved tops to wear under it, several long-sleeved t-shirts, and a lime green outerwear jacket. Plus I
The really great thing about my new size and being able to shop for and fit into clothes is that I don't stress over my wardrobe anymore. If it's cold, I have appropriate clothes. If it's warm, same thing. If I need to dress up for work or an event, I can do that. Casual days? No problem! This is the first time in decades that I've felt like I can be good to go, clothes-wise, for just about any occasion. And I am happy with what I wear, because I like how I look in clothes now!
Even with all of this success, all was not peachy on the clothes front. I have been wanting a pair of black boots for years, but they wouldn't even think of zipping up over my fat calves. Well, I've lost nearly 100 pounds and was excited to go out and look for the perfect pair of boots. Um, apparently I still have ginormous calves and I think I only got one pair of boots zipped up over them. So there was that reality check, and seeing as there is no way I am going to order a pair of "wide-calf" boots at this point, I guess that little dream will not be coming true.
Oh, I do have a NSV (that's non-scale victory) to share with you. When we moved into our current house over nine years ago, I was perplexed as to why the builder had hung the set of double-rods in my closet so funny. Because when I hung my shirts on the lower rod, they touched the floor and got wrinkled - so I ended up hanging them on the upper rod (which was way above my head) and put my pants, folded over, on hangers on the bottom rod. The system didn't seem very efficient to me - I was always craning my neck to see which shirt I wanted to wear, plus I had to stretch to hang them up in the first place. But when we came back from our vacation and I was hanging up all of my new clothes, I had a light bulb moment and tried the new pieces on the lower rod - and they fit just fine...no touching the floor at all! So I rearranged my entire closet and now things are the way they were meant to be, with shirts and jackets hanging from the lower rod, where it is very easy to see everything, and my pants hanging from the upper rod. Just for fun, I pulled out the one shirt I've saved from before I started my diet and hung it up on the lower rod...and the bottom of it puddled onto the floor. Huh. At least now I can stop thinking that the builder was a bit cuckoo when he did my closet!
I'll leave you with a picture of me and my mom taken last month - btw, I'm wearing her vest!