Today I went on the most elusive of searches, a pair of perfect fitting jeans. I started at the Gateway figuring that with a plethora of stores, I would end my search within 15 minutes and be sipping a lemonade and eating my Subway (I'm trying to eat healthy) in no time. No time turned out to be 4 stores, 9 pairs of jeans, and an epiphany, all wrapped up into a 3 hour frustrata-fest.
I started going into Pac Sun. I checked the prices of their jeans online before I even went to the store, and they seemed to have a good selection. I walked into the store and was greeted by a size 2 mini woman. I immediately headed over to the jeans and grabbed the two biggest sizes (-6, and 1.) I headed to the dressing room with Asher in tow, all the stores were nice enough to put me in the handicapped stall, so I could fit my mondo sized stroller. I tried on both pairs, and neither fit. I left the jeans, and left the store.
I next went to Lane Bryant. As I entered the store I couldn't help but notice that everyone in the store, was normal size. Girls who hadn't skipped their last 4 meals and sipped an ice water. I headed to the jeans and noticed that when I held up my usual size, they were gigantic. As I went through pair after pair, the sizes kept getting smaller and smaller. It wasn't until I held up a size 1, and thought that looked about the right size, that I realized that Lane Bryant was a plus size store. I figured ah, what the hell, if they fit, they fit. I went into the dressing room with 7 pairs of jeans, a veritable all you can wear buffet. I tried on the smallest size, and realized that none of the 7 pairs were going to fit. As I left the dressing room, one of the employees asked if none of the jeans worked. When she saw the sizes I was trying on, she said, sarcastically, that she was sorry that all their clothes were too large for me. Which after being in Barbie size stores, was wonderful.
One of the ladies nearby told me to try a Kohl's, and that they have great deals. The employee, the lady and I then somehow entered into a conversation about adoption, children and black babies. In all the 26 years of shopping that I've done, I've never entered into a conversation with a store employee, when their commission wasn't on the line. It was so nice!! I came to the realization that if I ever get a little larger, and can't find that pair of "booty-licious" jeans, I will go to Lane Bryant. I'm a converted plus size lover.
After two more stores, hearing 8 "unbelievable" sales as I entered each store, and 3 teensy sized teenagers later, I found my jeans. Today just reiterated to me that size doesn't matter, especially when it comes to personality!
I started going into Pac Sun. I checked the prices of their jeans online before I even went to the store, and they seemed to have a good selection. I walked into the store and was greeted by a size 2 mini woman. I immediately headed over to the jeans and grabbed the two biggest sizes (-6, and 1.) I headed to the dressing room with Asher in tow, all the stores were nice enough to put me in the handicapped stall, so I could fit my mondo sized stroller. I tried on both pairs, and neither fit. I left the jeans, and left the store.
I next went to Lane Bryant. As I entered the store I couldn't help but notice that everyone in the store, was normal size. Girls who hadn't skipped their last 4 meals and sipped an ice water. I headed to the jeans and noticed that when I held up my usual size, they were gigantic. As I went through pair after pair, the sizes kept getting smaller and smaller. It wasn't until I held up a size 1, and thought that looked about the right size, that I realized that Lane Bryant was a plus size store. I figured ah, what the hell, if they fit, they fit. I went into the dressing room with 7 pairs of jeans, a veritable all you can wear buffet. I tried on the smallest size, and realized that none of the 7 pairs were going to fit. As I left the dressing room, one of the employees asked if none of the jeans worked. When she saw the sizes I was trying on, she said, sarcastically, that she was sorry that all their clothes were too large for me. Which after being in Barbie size stores, was wonderful.
One of the ladies nearby told me to try a Kohl's, and that they have great deals. The employee, the lady and I then somehow entered into a conversation about adoption, children and black babies. In all the 26 years of shopping that I've done, I've never entered into a conversation with a store employee, when their commission wasn't on the line. It was so nice!! I came to the realization that if I ever get a little larger, and can't find that pair of "booty-licious" jeans, I will go to Lane Bryant. I'm a converted plus size lover.After two more stores, hearing 8 "unbelievable" sales as I entered each store, and 3 teensy sized teenagers later, I found my jeans. Today just reiterated to me that size doesn't matter, especially when it comes to personality!
2 comments:
lizz...you are hilarious! i love this post...and yes...i know your frustration at shopping at those stupid high school stores with a stroller. it makes me think, if a stroller can't fit through the tiny isles, should i be shopping here? but i still do.
The best part about taking your stroller into the dressing rooms is you never have to put anything back on the shelves... just shove it all into one of the pouches and leave.
I love the blog.
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