Beware the stretchy black pants! They are addicting and truly habit forming. Yoga pants are the LBD (little black dress) of exercise attire; everyone looks great in them and probably owns at least one pair. And you can wear them everywhere and feel put together, except maybe the fancy dinner then you are back to the real LBD. I just want to wear my stretchy black pants, my SBPs, every day. They are so comfy and cool looking, even if you don’t plan to sweat in them.
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| Brave Soul. |
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| True Blues |
At Nordstrom the sales girl is showing me the new spring clothes and we bring in a collection to the dressing room. Every pair of pants seemed snug. “No, I know my size. Really.” I say it a little defensively as she suggests bringing the next size up. She doesn’t believe me and I’m not sure I believe me either. Some are too tight because the designers are making them for non-muscle bearing gals, like 12 year-olds. I’m sure that is the issue I tell myself, after all I have been to the gym with my SBP friend. As I try things on, I can’t help but overhear the lady in the dressing room next to me.
“Can you bring me a 24? The 28 is too big.” Her problem is exactly the opposite of me; she needs to gear down the designer sizes masked as size 6 to a size 2. She started out a size smaller than me and she needs to go even smaller. NO WAY! SHE must be a hundred! I saw her walk in and thought, “WOW! She’s pretty hip for a hundred years old.” I really was genuinely impressed and genuinely horrified. I was going up in sizes as fast as she was going down. Next time I try on clothes, I’ll go with my own vanity sizing. I’ll start with a WAY bigger size and feel triumphant when I can INSIST on two sizes smaller. Really I MUST!
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| Tough Love. |
I am a sweaty mess in that dressing room and I am not in the right pants for sweating. I’m not really in the right pants for anything. What happened? This is so embarrassing. I think I’ve been in a false state of heaven, an unhealthy relationship. I need some tough love. My jeans were trying to tell me and I didn’t get it until now. Too much of a good thing, or give, was making me feel invincible, impervious to C Diets as in C-R-A-P. Something my jeans would never allow without making me feel it.
This was an eye-opener. Like in any relationship, it’s good to mix it up and now I know better. It’s ok to have the steady-eddy that make you feel good but it’s also important to keep the friends, the ones that tell you the truth, like my True Religions. I think I am going to restrict my SBPs to exercise, their original purpose and eat my lunch in my jeans. It keeps us all honest and that’s a really good thing for any relationship.
Francie- Love this blog. I am going to try that shopping strategy.;)
I got your message in my email. I think something techy is going on again. Thanks for the feedback!
Thanks Wendy! I'm glad you liked it. I still get a little stressed with every post but comments from the readers pump me up! Means a lot!
made me examine my SBP behavior and laugh…at myself! Thanks!
“My jeans missed me because they were hugging me pretty tight.”
Another witty quip that had me laughing mid-blog!
Thx for the giggles, Francie!
I’m glad you found this one. It’s one of my favorites. I’m glad you found shoezle. Sounds like you had a fun day visiting! Thanks for coming!