Just taking a moment to write this:
I went to Talbot’s tonight. My former boss had suggested it for the right suit or outfit to wear to visit the colleagues in NY (not really an interview but an opportunity to network and put myself out there as looking for a bigger opportunity.) I was actually pretty much screwed if I needed major alterations as I would need them by Wednesday.
I had a great sales clerk who suggested things. A great black dress which is conservative enough to wear under a jacket but with a different belt and accessories (hey, who am I? I sound decidedly girly) it would go anywhere. Anyway, it’s a freaking size eight. An 8 petite actually, and it fits flawlessly except needing just a tiny tuck at the shoulders where I’m too shortwaisted. Holy cow, I AM a single digit gal. Okay, then we look at jackets. I try on several that are too boxy or too long or too something. A red one just looks too heavy for a summer trip. We wander the store and there’s a cute little teal number that looks contemporary and is on the short side. The ten is too big. They have no eight. The mannequin, however, is rocking a six. They take it off the mannequin. It fits. Um, it fits. A six. How is that even possible?? I look at myself and I see flab and breadth and I wear the jacket the mannequin was wearing. Granted, they had it pinned in the back on her, but… still. I SOOOO bought both, and hope I can get the dress altered in time. The dress, at least, is on sale. It’s a few major steps for me: single digit sizes. The six is a smaller size than the beautiful leaf-patterned royal blue silk dress I wore to my cousin’s wedding in 1985, the smallest size I remember wearing. I just don’t think of my body as being that small yet. And, these are well-made clothes, the type I’d get altered if eventually they, um, start feeling too big. Wow.
Honestly, once I got into the car and it sunk in, I got teary-eyed. Silly, I know, but I of course had told the salesclerk I was an 18 or 20 just two years ago. Now I need fabulous shoes and maybe some accessories and I’m ready! Oh, and by the end of the afternoon my size ten jeans were looking a bit baggy due to the stretch. I hope they shrink up a bit in the dryer.
The only sucky thing is that I took so much time shopping, I was starving and stopped to eat at Fridays, where I had their excellent and low calorie Dragonfire Chicken… but I didn’t go to the gym again. I will make it up, and honest to pete, I won’t give up. But today was the milestone. Someone elsewhere suggested my getting a new drivers license was the milestone, but a size six jacket.