Buying my timeshare at the retirement village
January 29, 2007
Yesterday I went shopping and discovered that I have unusually fat arms. Honestly that is the only explanation. Every shirt or sweater I tried on was tight on my arms. I hate that constricting feeling.
Also, I hate shirts that are tight enough across the back to show where your back fat plumps out around the bra straps. It is not an attractive look.
Before I left to go shopping my husband said, “Buy something nice. You know, not a frumpy housewife outfit.”
Words I probably took to heart more than he intended. But I am a frumpy housewife, so by definition any clothes I wear would be frumpy housewife clothes.
I learned some things. Or more accurately was reminded of some things.
As I was browsing through the clothing I realized that petite clothing manufacturers think that short people have no taste and want to wear the equivalent of leisure wear for the geriatric set who enjoy wintering at Boca Raton.
That I do not need to see my body from all angles, ever. Especially in flourescent lighting.
Unless you are under 14 and rail thin you should not wear those flowing peasant tops, unless you want everyone to think you are pregnant.
That my color of choice to wear is black. I love black. Also, I hate red.
I am still without my computer. I am just sharing because I know you all care as much as I do.
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