Fashion Update

Well, I know if you're reading this you're absolutely dying to know what happened on my shopping trip (insert eye roll here). It was horrible, of course.

I was prepared to try on anything that fit regardless of size. Going into this pregnancy I was a size 6. I would have bought an outfit that was size 26 if I'd had to. But it wasn't about the size. Sadly, my shopping trip taught me a thing or two about the concept of fit. And nothing did. Yes, I've gone up a couple of sizes, but more importantly, I now need to learn how to dress my current shape. I don't know how long it will be my shape, but I need to figure it out quickly if I'm going to maintain my self-esteem and sanity.

And now (speaking of sanity) a word about my mum.

My mum is a lovely woman. She has many positive qualities. But she is my mum and many of you with mothers will know that mothers and daughters have a love/hate relationship. My mum and I have one such relationship. She is loving and supportive and grates on my every nerve. Especially when we're shopping. To her credit, she did not really begin to bother me until the end of the shopping trip when I had found nothing suitable to cover my expansive ass. It's hard to need somebody you know is going inevitably to irritate you. You know exactly how it's going to play out. In my case, I will get ornary, say something mean, she will get upset and then I will be irritated that she is upset, then I will feel badly about upsetting her because she has been so helpful all day long. It's tiring. But I brought her along again the next time I went shopping because, like I said, I need her.

Thankfully, the second shopping trip was more successful than the first. For those of you out there who are of the short and dumpy variety as I am, you'll be pleased to know that there is a store out there called Ricky's that has clothes that will fit you and that you will feel good in. My mum was so pleased with the clothes I found, in fact, that she subsidized my purchase and I ended up walking out of the mall, finally, with clothes that I felt good about, and good in. Now I just need to find some suitable occasions to wear them!

In any case, I feel as though I have made up for my poor judgement with the mom jeans now. My fashion faith in myself is restored, even if my figure is not.