shopping

… 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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