The amazingness of clothes shopping.

I hate shopping. Period.

Nothing ever fits. Everything that does looks like shit or like an old lady went on a rampage.

If it does fit and looks good it costs an arm and a leg.

It's horrible.


And yet recently I find myself slightly less loathsome towards the experience.

I'm curious.

"Hmmm.. my pants are super loose. I wonder *hesitates* I wonder if this size will fit me.. and if it doesn't how tight is it? Can I fit in to this later if I lose enough by December, by Fall, by next month"

And then I find myself inside a Target fitting room, barefoot and trying to ignore the slight stuffy smell, trying out this size in shirt, pant, and/or dress, that I wouldn't even think about before.

This morning was one of those days.

I got a size 18 pants. (I've been a size 20-22 for 5 years btw) I try them on. They fit.

I look at the price tag. I look at my image. I think of the pants I'm wearing that day, currently laying on a chair, super wrinkly. They don't fit anymore, and if it wasn't for my super awesome belt they would fall on the floor as I walked.

So long story short I buy the pants.


This has happened to me three times in the last two months.

It's nice for the ego boost. It's bad for the wallet. It's a good thing I'm super picky about clothes or else my car would be full of random clothes I'll never use.(Remember I'm living out of my car right now.. yeah.. also not a good idea)

I don't know what I should do, but I don't regret my purchases so far. I need those pants for work and I'll be completely pleased when I don't have to worry about uncomforatable fitting pants when I'm trying to climb over a fallen tree or something.

Rock on.

I wish you all a well fitted, wallet filling, super fantastic 4th of July!

love,
-w0rld