Took a pre-vacation trip to Target today. "Gi-target", as Little Man would say. But, anyway, Hubby had mentioned that we might get a chance to do the white-shirt-blue-jeans-on-the-beach pictures that we've admired in the past. Of course, I got everyone else's stuff together before realizing that I didn't have a white shirt for myself that hadn't been around since the Clinton administration. So, in my usual run to Target to get teeny, tiny shampoos and lotions, I naively thought I'd just pick up a white shirt to go with my jeans that finally fit again post-baby.
Ah, yes, the good ol' days of zipping in, picking up something cute, and zipping back out. One more thing to remember fondly. I found 6 shirts to try on. Surely I'd get a winner, right? I'd been kind to myself and gotten a size larger than I'd bought in the past. No reason to stress over remaining baby weight less than 24 hours before spending a week in a swimsuit. Struck out with 5 of the 6 shirts, and the last one is questionable. Apparently I misjudged the size increase needed. What an ego blow! I know I look different than I did before my mama-body took over, but I shop for clothes so rarely that the inability to find ANYTHING tolerable to wear took me quite by surprise!
But, at the end of the day, I did find something that would work. And, one of the advantages of having the kids? No one's looking at me anyway!
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