I absolutely hate shopping. I would love to walk around a room full of people my size and purchase the clothing they are modeling or walk through people's homes and purchase home decor. But walking into a giant store that caterers to a gazillion different tastes and pocket books... gag me!
That being said, I made a semi-impulse buy today and boy was it a pick-me-up!!! I've been wanting to purchase a pair of awesome jeans for a long time and today all of the negative factors (common sense, priorities, etc.) simply didn't seem to matter. The reason is if I am lucky enough to get pregnant this year, well then I won't be in the position to buy something frivilous for myself for umm... the next 23-odd years. No day but today, eh? (who has RENT playing through their head now?)
So, I walked into the overlypriced high-end department store, walked straight up to a Sales Associate, and asked to be pointed to a perfect pair of jeans. Glancing around the store, I saw jeans in no less than 4 different areas. In retrospect, I perhaps should have spent more time describing what I was looking for, but the S.A. pointed to the counter directly in front of me, we grabbed a few pairs and headed to the dressing room. At first I was ticked that they didn't have talls, but then she politely explained that all of the jeans have a 35" inseam and the in-store tailor hems according to height. Is this heaven???
Because the pair I (or more accurately, she) choose have a lot of stretch to them, she talked me into the super tight pair. She assures me that they will loosen over time and I'll be glad I went with the smaller size. Um, shouldn't these diamond-encrusted jeans NOT stretch? Oh well, I'm wearing them, my tush looks brand new, and I feel happy. Now, I hope Murphy's Law works out and the one time I splurge AND buy tight jeans... I end up getting prego pronto ;)