I can not figure out "why" something I use to love to do has suddenly become a dreaded chore. Nearly every Saturday growing up, after we girls helped my mom clean the house, we would head off to the mall to window shop, and in the rare lucky times, BUY ! It's just what we did. I've spent many Saturdays since doing the same thing...mostly by myself.
I'm pretty picky. I don't like things to touch me. I don't like my knees to show. (although I must be going through some sort of a "mni-crisis" lately because I've bought a few summer dresses that come to my knee...mercy!)Give me a few months...it will be out of my system and I'll be back to plain old me =)
Every time I have a big occasion coming up (last one was my all school reunion) the shopping becomes a marathon. Alot of stressing, second guessing, dieting goes into the mix of trying to find the "perfect outfit". It's a job to say the least.
Trying to find this "mother of the groom" dress has gradually become a nuisance. It
lost it's joy about the second Saturday I found nothing. But today, I felt hopeful. Heading to an entirely different area of town, I was focused, determined, ready to make a purchase. I arrive at the store and it seemed to be endless with choices. I really like this place. It's weird though. Because they sale wholesale and retail, there are no dressing rooms. Their recommendation, just try it on over your clothes. Hmmm....interesting. It's hard to picture looking "magical" when you have this "bulk" of clothing sticking out everywhere it's not suppose to be. Winning !
I find one that I really like...put it on (over my clothes) take a pic and text it to "the groom"..my boy. This goes on..me texting Jordan..then my younger sis..then the bride. By this time I am just sweating...mostly because I have two sets of clothes on...and stores around here are apparently cutting back on air because every store is hot. This goes on for close to an hour...trying on clothes...taking a pic...sending it...getting negative feedback. The best thing about the whole experience is everything looks big (even with my clothes on) and I'm having to try on the next smaller size. Yes...there is a merciful God. =) Finally, I decide to give up and walk down the sidewalk to another store.
Another store with lots of selection ! I'm pumped. The momentum is building. SURELY...I will find something here. They can cut a long dress off to tea length...they can order anything I like in a different color...different size...SCORE !
I find several, head to the dressing room. AND THEY HAVE A DRESSING ROOM !! Double Score !! As soon as I close the door, I'm immediately aware of how warm it is in the room. I can do it...don't think about it Ginger. Most of the ones I brought in were not in my size...mostly bigger...but I would at least get the "essence" of the look. Hmmm....I got the essence alright. Not one dress...my size...bigger size....BIGGEST size..fit me. I couldn't zip a single one. Dear Lord...what happened on the walk from the first store to the second. Suddenly the movie "Mean Girls" came to mind. It's as if I was strolling along eating some kind of protein bar from one store to the next causing me to gain massive weight. I went from wearing clothes smaller than my size to not being able to fit in to clothes two times larger than my size. NOW I'M REALLY SWEATING ! Nearly fuming ! I sense if I don't hurry up and get out of here I literally may have a meltdown.
I leave. Aggravated. Discouraged. No closer to finding my magical dress. The dress that will be in "forever pictures". Picutres that reside in an album on a coffee table. Tomorrow is another day....another opportunity for a new adventure.....
Stay tuned..... =)
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