I'm running again, or should I say 'wogging' - a blend of walking and jogging. Whatever it is, I logged over 95km in January! This change from Lazy J to Crazy J merits the purchase of new pants. Jeans to be specific.
The last time I bought a pair of jeans I liked, Tall L was town. It was a grueling process but still, with her around I found a pair within 1.5 hours. With Tall L, anything is possible.
Two days ago I shopped to celebrate losing a 1/2 size, and spent half of an entire day dropping trou. Every blue pile on the shelf held such promise -I just knew each pair would be the one that fit perfectly and made me look so thin I appeared to be standing infront of a freakish circus mirror. All to no avail. The sales people changed shifts. The cleaning crew came in. I got demin burn. The manager offered to personally sew a custom pair of jeans if I would just leave the store. And I did, empty handed. But I did remember to put back on the trousers I came in with.
Soon the doorbell will ring, and I will sign for my divinely flattering, not-too-tight, not-too-loose, custom made jeans . . . . which will be amazing because the manager never took measurements. She must be really good.
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It's always WAY more fun to shop for other people. :D I'll be your personal shopper anytime!
I'm in serious need of girltime with you. I wonder if we'll get that before September?
I feel a visit to DC coming on! But we shall not shop for pants unless they are yours. I am pantsed out. Perhaps we will peruse the stores for fabulous Mango Body Butter?
...or, more likely, quest around to every thrift shop, retail store, yard sale and curio for some bit of thing for my house. Any excess money I have these days is going to that...
Regardless of the focus of our quest, I know it shall be fantastic! Yay!
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