Alright!!!! THAT'S IT! After several weekends in a row shopping in person (vs. online, my usual), I've come to the conclusion that there is a serious problem, here.
I ventured forth in the Reno-area shopping malls after a couple of snide remarks from my hubby's GI buddies, like "hey, honey, you know they actually make jeans that don't look like hammer pants." Thank you for your subtle alert that it is, indeed, time to purchase new clothing, sir. And, after the past couple of internet orders coming in already too big, I decided to suck it up and show my face at.....yes......a shopping mall. BLEH!!
If you're anything like me, you have a long monologue of reasons why shopping malls aren't the place for you. My last experience went a little like this: Hubby wanted me to buy a sexy bustier, so I went into a "regular" store, chose one, and proceeded to the customer service attendant who scoffed at me, told me "regardless of bra size, the bustier needs to be able to close all the way down," then reminded me to save my receipt for when I wanted to return it. I left in a huff and went four doors down to Cacique (Lane Bryant's lingerie shop), where they were rude and informed me the they don't carry my size in their store. Ah, shopping....the coliseum of the drama biotch gladiators. And, coincidentally, a place I can no longer avoid....
So, pushing these thoughts as far as I could out of my mind, I marched onward to "try on clothes" to determine my size. I only have one question:
WHY, LORD, DO PEOPLE THINK YOU WANT TO DRESS LIKE A TEENY-BOPPER HO-BAG IF YOU'RE UNDER A SIZE 14???
Still no success. Are my only choices in wardrobe identity a) old lady in black with random pleating over the boobs or teenage HO-bag.
WHERE ARE YOU GUYS SHOPPING????