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Friday, February 20, 2009


I needed a new pair of jeans the other day so I went to my favorite place, Fashion Bug. I know exactly what size and what style and walked right in expecting to grab and go. Uh, no. They no longer carry my usual tent and awning size. It seems I'm now a size 6. Yes, 6! Wow! I lost a lot more weight than I thought. It must have been a magical thing that happened when I walked through the doors. Anyway, I was looking all over for the conversion chart telling what size you used to be and the corresponding size now. The clerk told me that they don't have one and that the only way to get a correct fitting was to be measured. HA! I laughed thinking to myself, there's no way I'm getting sized at the Bug! I'm not that secure with my size to want someone else groping around my waist trying to figure out my size! Hello?!! So, I just did it the old fashioned way. Kept trying on different sizes until one fit. Oh but wait! They don't sell the jeans in Petite, Average and Tall anymore either! You have to by them by body type now. Yikes! Come to find out I'm a Wilshire. Curvy with hips and a small waist. I got a booty, ok? I guess now it has a name. Go figure! Talk about frustrating! So my ten minute trip turned into a 45 minute fiasco of trips back and forth to the dressing room. I ended up with 1 pair of jeans. That's all the strength I had. I need more but I need to save up my strength for another time. Thank goodness the guys didn't go with me. I'd have to peel them off the floor and wipe the drool off their mouths from sleeping so long!


Delena said...

Oh My! I'd love to be a size six. How frustrating though. I hate trying on clothes. If the first round doesn't fit, I don't usually go get more. Ugg.

Anonymous said...

Oh man, if anything I wore said size six, I would shop for hours just to see the number! I don't even know the last time I wore a size six shoe!

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