It Starts With a One

After spending the majority of Saturday in my room (I worked for two hours, did my homework, and slept a LOT - I also didn't want to eat or drink in front of anyone until I had a handle on the situation), I was more than ready to get out of the house on Sunday. We wanted to go to the movies. The husband and boy wanted to see War Horse, and I wanted to see Joyful Noise. We decided to eat first, and it took me so long to eat that we missed the start of the movie, so the husband suggested that we go to the outlet mall instead.

There is a new store there that has lots of bling and some really cute clothes in regular and plus sizes, and bonus! adorable little girl clothes too. My husband came and dragged me out of there (I didn't even get to show him the leopard blouse I found), and down the way to Van Heusen. They were having one of their mega sales, with sale prices as much as 80% off and another 30% off on top of that. It's hard to turn down $70 items as low as $15 - $20! I've been shopping there for a couple of years now, and I've been limited to their xxl t-shirts and xxl sweaters. The largest pant size they carry is an 18, and I've resigned myself to not being able to get pants or woven (no stretch) tops there. My husband had dragged me over to see a beautiful plum colored blouse in a size xl. It was a woven top. I didn't think it would fit, but I decided to humor him and try it on. He started handing me other clothes that he liked, and just for laughs I grabbed a pair of trouser jeans in size 18.

They fit. All the clothes fit. Except for the xxl t-shirt and tank top. They were TOO BIG.

Clothes that I tried on. Were. Too. Big.

If you're like me, you've always had to send out for a larger size, never for a smaller size. Now I want to go into every store that I see that carries size 18 to see if it was a fluke.