I went shopping today. Now, the fact that I went shopping isn’t in itself all that unusual. What is however interesting is that I went shopping for clothes – for me.
I guess I’ve been a little too happy to be finally living back home, as I seem to have put on a good ten pounds over the last year. We’re going on a two week family vacation next week and guess what? None of my summer clothes fit.
So I went shopping today.
Now I am just over forty, I am about 5′ 5" and wear about a size 8 – 10. I have had three children and so my stomach is not as flat as it was when I was nineteen, but you know what? I look okay.
Unfortunately the clothing industry doesn’t seem to think so. I can’t find ANYTHING that’s frigin’ appropriate for a woman of my age and size.
I don’t need my tummy showing, thank you very much.
I also don’t need pants that climb up to my arm pits.
And black? Okay I like to wear some black, but does every piece of clothing for my age group have to be black? I’m fair, bordering on pale – I NEED a LITTLE color.
I have no idea what I’m going to wear over the next few weeks. I’m starting to think we should be going to a nudist colony but that’s just plain scary.
Whose idea was this trip anyway? Oh, right. Mine.