Today was one of those days where I wish I could have concealed myself with a magic cloak like Harry Potter. Last night I planned out what I would wear so that I wouldn't be running late to my early morning meeting. Well, as soon as I put my black pants on (straight from the cleaners), I realized they were going to be a bit tight. What is it about the cleaners shrinking clothes anyway (I prefer to blame them!)? In fact, they were clinging to me so badly that I don't think I could have fit a piece of paper between the pants and my leg!
This was one of those moments where I wish I could have asked Kristin, my old roommate, if I looked like a hoochie because she would tell me the truth. Instead, I decided to wake Tim up to ask him. Not the best idea! For one, without his glasses or contacts in, I don't think Tim can see a thing. In addition to his limited eye sight, he thinks anything that is tight on my backside looks great! I should have known better! He, as predicted, assured me that they looked great. I wanted to change, but knew I was out of time so I decided to go with it. After all, they were black pants and black is supposed to make you look slimmer, right? Not these pants. As soon as I got to work and looked in the bathroom mirror (much harsher than mine at home), I knew I would spend the rest of my day sitting in my chair or standing against a wall hoping that no one would notice. Spandex pants would have been a better alternative because at least spandex stretches with you! I have to admit that I was fairly successful at hiding out in my office and when I did need to take a trip on the elevator, I made sure to stand at the very back. The things we go through!! Thankfully, I am home now and in my comfy wear. Those black pants can now be retired to the other closet with the rest of the clothes I hope to fit in again someday!
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I realized that after Mike and I started dating, I gained a fair amount of weight and I remember trying on some pants and skirts not being able to fit into them anymore. That REALLY cut down on what I could wear to work, so I had to get some new clothes, but in the meantime, I had to wear these skirts that were so tight across my hips that they were kind of bunched (not a pretty image). I have a skirt I really like, but it was so tight on me that I wore a sweater tied around my waist so people couldn't tell that it was WAY too tight around my rear. How ridiculous is that?
I've lost some weight, but there are some clothes that I realize I just can't wear without being a hoochie mama--so sad, especially since they are clothes that I just got last year!! But then there is the dilemma--what about the clothes I bought when I was a bigger size? What will I do with those? Dang changing metabolism!
not that i wish this upon you or anyone else, but it's nice to know i'm not the only one with the clothing dilemma!
Welcome to the club ladies! :) I have clothes that range from size I was in college (which I should get rid of b/c I doubt I will ever get into them again) to the size I was 4 1/2 months ago. It's so frustrating to realize that a favorite pair of pants or shorts or whatever no longer fits. I still remember, the first year I lived up here I squeezed into my favorite pair of khakis from college...only to sit down on the metro to have the button pop off. (Should've sat down before leaving the apartment!) And despite multiple repairs to said button, it just wouldn't remain...and that's after having to move it over in order to give me a little more room in the waist. Alas...
Ahh yes...welcome to the club, indeed. My favorite part of Katherine's pregnancy so far has been when she discovered that "normal sized" women have two wardrobes in their closet: Clean clothes and Clean clothes that fit. Her discovery of that fact was kind of a little victory for me. :) I even made her change the sticker on her rubbermaid box to pre-pregnancy clothes rather than the orginial "skinny" clothes.
margie said hoochie mama.
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