The price was right, but when I received my purchases, the size was not. It appears that in the last year or so, I have blown up like a balloon to the next size up. I was barely able to zip up. Horrors! Just to make certain, I dug around in my closet for some winter favorites I knew should fit.
They did not.
Well, they did, but not comfortably. Thanks to a penchant for good food and drink and a disdain for regular exercise, along with the rigors of aging, my body has line-jumped into the next sphere of consciousness.
This, of course, meant the retail nightmare of shopping in a store to discover my “real” size, and the only way to do that is in a dressing room.
I started a month ago with my daughter. We both bemoaned the fact that jeans are sized in double digits these days – 26, 28, etc. What happened to 5, 7 and 9? Then there are the cuts to consider: boot cut, super skinny, skinny, boy cut. There are flare legs and straight legs. There are $100 jeans made to look like they had taken a hitchhiking trip to Woodstock and back, worn and torn. In the end, she walked out with half a wardrobe's worth of new clothes for college and I ended up with nothing, a normal state of affairs.
This week, I decided to hit up Nordstrom Rack. It might be discount, but it’s more than Sam’s Club in price, with a better selection. The Rack is easier to navigate than Nordstrom the Store and sometimes the discounts are deep. There were discounted Lucky Brands with a pretty damn nice fit. And they were reasonably priced.
I snapped them up. That’s right, two pair.
I’m not going back for a long, long time.