Wednesday, March 24, 2010
7 Days: Day 5 - Rushing Around Like a Fool, with my pants on the ground
In an effort to cram in as many errands as possible in a short amount of time, I stopped to buy some pants over my lunch hour. I do not really like shopping. I like to walk into the perfect store, select the exact item I came in for, buy it and walk out the door. This rarely occurs. Today I tried on 8 pairs of pants in 8 minutes. And two problems presented themselves. One, I'm between sizes. Two, I'm tall. Now neither one of these things is a surprise. I've lost enough weight that my current pants are looking a little floaty and drapey, ok, just saggy. That's great. I'm down a full size at least, but things just fit differently, and nothing quite worked, either extreme-panty-line tight in the butt and perfect in the legs, or perfect in the hips and ridiculously sausage-casingy in the thighs. And then the tallness. I've been tall for a long time, about 6' since 7-8th grade, and I usually have no problem nowadays finding the right length, but I found two pair of tall pants today, and they were both silver. Really, silver? Who wears silver pants? And I don't mean a bright gray, I'm talking shiny, pinstripe silver.
So the pants shopping was a bust. I ran home, let the dog out in the rain, scarfed down some chicken salad and crackers, snapped a quick picture, ran back to the office, meeting, meeting, work, work, work, photo upload, three minute blog and here we are.