… I will know before I buy them, because I have no qualms trying on shoes at the store. But if the pants/skirt/shorts/blouse fit – or rather don’t fit – I likely won’t know that until I have already purchased and brought them home. As it stands right now, I have about 15 pieces of clothing that I need to return/exchange because they don’t fit the way I’d like them to.
My husband thinks I am crazy. You see, he was unenthusiastically pushing around our two sons in shopping carts and making quite less than successful attempts to keep them quiet and content while I did my shopping. At least three times he suggested I try some of the articles of clothing on first. Each time, I shrugged my shoulders and kept pushing along, refusing to try on a single thing.
Why? Perhaps it is only my imagination, but it seems as if most fitting rooms at regular stores that I’ve been in have cursed mirrors that makes you look twice your size and extra flabby/saggy/soggy in it, and this wicked lighting that illuminates every single blemish/stretch line/bite mark on your body from head to toe.
Fitting rooms are eeeeevil. Evil, I tell you!
So as strange as it may be, I’d rather go through the hassle of having to return or exchange stuff than to go through that torture. I prefer to try on clothes at home where I look MUCH more fabulous in the mirror. The last time I used the fitting room at a store, I stripped down to my undies to try on a couple of bathing suits. I am still recovering from that horrifying experience.
This is The Verbal Vixen signing out after an oh-so-random rant.
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I can’t tell you the last time I changed clothes in a dressing room. I just grab what I can afford and go. It’s probably different with females though. The only clear time I think I have to go into a dressing room is when I am trying to get fitted for a suit, which isn’t often.
Believe it or not, but there are different grades of mirrors and a lot of stores do use the cheap crappy ones.
My wife is constantly buying and exchanging as well but she tries her stuff on, so I haven’t figured out what her deal is yet. Maybe she doesn’t need the item in the first place. That would explain the string of clothes with tags on them still.
Well yeah Don, but men’s clothing sizes actually make sense. They are real measurements for pants, for example. Women have this arbitrary number to go by. Size 10, for example. What exactly does that mean? And why don’t ALL size 10’s fit the same?
Rich – cheap and crappy mirrors would explain it. Or at least I hope it does. *giggles at your wife* Maybe you’ve got it figured out, then … heh!