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Photo by Karen at French Skinny
At this point in the FSE my closet is a sad sad thing to behold. So, to be a good citizen and help the economy, I went out to buy some clothes.
I walk into J. CREW and pull this guy that works there aside. I tell him that I've lost almost 35 pounds and I'm not sure what size I am. He brings me some black stretch pants that zipper up in the back size 6.
"I'm not a size 6."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Try them on."
I try them on and walk out of the dressing room. He looks at me and says "You're right, you're a size 4." "No I'm not." "Yes you are." This is not computing. But you know I'm buying these pants just because it says they are a size 4!
My face gets hot and I start trying on more things. I'm mostly a 6 in pants depending on the style.
I'm pretty sure, at this point, that J. Crew has completely changed their sizing and is having a big laugh on my account because I really don't feel like I'm that much smaller. (That strange phenomenon again.)
I call Smacksy and she assures me that J. Crew is not laughing at me.
But I'm pretty sure she is.