tobermory's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shopping Here�s an interesting phenomena that I�ve noticed as I�ve moved down two pants sizes and begun to �go-shopping� in my own closet. When I�m thinner I buy more expensive clothes. Sure there�s a few items from Target and some bargains from TJ Maxx/Marshall�s, but there�s also an awful lot of really nice stuff from Bloomingdale�s, Nordstrom, Mark Shale, and small boutiques, all in the size 10 range and size medium range that had been previously stuffed in the way-back part of the closet. Really, really nice stuff - merino wool, cashmere, linen, silk, etc. Most of my bigger stuff was from Target and a splurge would be from a discount store or outlet mall and the fabrics were pretty eh. And pay to have a pair of big pants tailored - no way! Yet all my smaller clothes have lovely cuffs and hems perfect for my many, many pairs of heels. In fact looking back on my wardrobe from last winter I think there were like 4 pairs of pants and 3 skirts that were in the rotation for work and that�s it. I wore them all with either my trusty Dansko clogs or my winter boots (admittedly a nice pair of Cole-Haans). I understand my thinking � why spend a lot of money on clothes that I don�t like fitting into? Maybe by not buying nice expensive clothes I�ll will myself to diet and exercise until I fit into the smaller clothes. But looking at this from another vantage point, when I�m smaller I probably look good in more of everything � cheap, expensive, whatever � so when I�m bigger why not spend the money to buy a decent well-fitting and flattering wardrobe so I at least look better on the outside when I feel crappy about myself on the inside? I know I�m worth it so why don�t I invest in myself at any size? Something to think about, especially while tossing a pair of Hilfiger stretch cords in the garbage that my co-workers are probably beyond tired of seeing me in (and besides which, they have a growing hole by one belt loop where my choice of underwear shows through forcing me to wear them with a long sweater. I kept them because they fit and I didn�t want to have to shop for another pair). I agreed to perform (for those who know me and my freakoutitude at doing just about anything in front of people, this WILL be in front of an audience) the latest dance from the continuing Belly Dance class. We�ll perform twice � one at something called a Birth Ball (I think it raises money for doulas or home-birth or something like that. I don�t have kids, don�t ask me) and once at Scone Fest (I�m not so much into birth, but SCONES! That�s something I can get behind). It�s not a solo or anything, so I�m hoping that the safety in numbers concept carries me through. That and there is the lure of costumes. I�m a whore for accessories. It�s a Bollywood number, so think uptempo � more percussive and less swoony. I think the song is the title track from a movie called Dus Bahane which, from the video I saw on YouTube, looks like the Indian version of Reservoir Dogs. It�s full of stereotypical boy-things: strippers, guns, motorcycles, fast cars, and the requisite doe-eyed ing�nue. Most amusing. Friday dinner: Wound up going to my favorite chicken place with Tam and Alli (and baby Cali) and I had a quarter chicken (white meat) with the following sides: beet salad, brussel sprouts, mac�n�cheese (not too cheesy) and then the three of us shared a slice of chocolate cake and a banana pudding (neither of which got finished). Saturday: Sunday: Today: 3:49 p.m. - 2007-09-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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