Size ain't nothin' but a number
There's some whacky math going on at The Gap. On a whim I decided to try on a pair of jeans there. I noticed that they had a lot of "stretch" jeans, meaning they had the requisite amount of lycra to meet my comfort standards. When something is mixed with lycra and appropriately sized, the results are nothing but good. So I grabbed my size and made my way to the fitting room. As soon as I got there the salesgirl looked at me and looked at the pants and she said "You're going to want those in a 12." to which I scoffed. I'd come to the conclusion that my days as a 12 were long, long gone.
So I put on the 14's and they were big. And that was nice.
So I conceded to trying on the 12's and I thought they fit pretty well. Comfy. I was sold. And then both the salesgirl and M suggested that I try a 10. A 10? Ha! No way Jose. I haven't been a 10 since the turn of the century (it's always good when you can use the context of the turn of the century for added dramatic effect). I was informed that jeans like The Gap's "Long and Lean" style should be purchased just a bit too tight so that when the fabric stretches it becomes a perfect fit. After much coaxing I tried the 10's on. Now they were tight. Darn tight, but they did fit (I think that this particular Gap sizing scheme is done this way to make women feel better about their bodies and become more inclined to spend money (since they're happy), and isn't actually reflective of my size, but I'm willing to be suckered by it and enjoy that totally silly feeling I get from fitting into a ten again. Oh I have such issues). The staff informed me that the pants will loosen up and "fit me perfectly and comfortably" in a couple of days. I hope they're right, cause damn, they were tight and I was a little unsure of how I looked in them.
I don't want to say that I bought a pair of jeans because my boyfriend said I looked hot in them, but I bought a pair of jeans because my boyfriend said I look hot in them. I admit it. I'm shameless.
Today's sing-a-long song: "Blue Jean" by David Bowie
HRH
posted by Her Highnessness at 22:26
3 Comments:
Why would you be ashamed to admit that? Hell, I've bought a pair of jeans because your boyfriend said that I looked hot in them.
12:08 AM
I was going to write a blog about this last week but was on the road and didn't get around to it. I tried on a skirt at the Gap in my usual size and it was WAY TOO BIG, so I tried on the same skirt in a size I haven't been since I gave up competitive long-distance running. IT was too big, so I had to get a size that I didn't even know existed until recently. AND, I'm in the fat arc of my bi-annual cycle right now.
Of course the brands which cater to the older-wealthier-woman demographic stitch the number '4' where a '6' should be, so you have to go smaller when shopping for suits, but the Gap? All their clothes come in a rainbow of fruit flavors and are under fifty bucks. It's crazy, but presumably their research tells them it'll work. I wonder when they'll start making clothes in minus sizes.
ANYWAY, if M says you look hot, you look HOT. I already know that with your hair blown out, you turn ALL heads in any jeans.
11:17 AM
That's it....I'm heading for the Gap this afternoon!!
11:01 AM
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