Let's just call it now and label tonight's post #FirstWorldProblems...
I've hit that point where nothing fits well - well at least nothing I can wear to the office. My old jeans are just too big now and I don't have a single belt that can hold them up anyway - save one that almost wraps around my waist one and a half times. The new jeans I bought in the next size down are still a little too tight and all my dress pants went the way of a local women's shelter in my first closet purge.
I have quite a few dresses that still work but those are only an option on the days I'm not too lazy or too busy to shave my legs... and I've been REAL busy lately. Like I-can-feel-the-wind-breezing-through-my-leg-hair busy. I'm trying to convince Mr. Adams that my hairy gams are an avant-garde feminist statement. He's so confused by the claim he can't refute it.
This morning, after three outfit changes, I finally settled on a pair of bright yellow corduroy pants that almost fit. Almost fit until I was in them for about an hour - then they stretched out to an obnoxiously silly size and I felt like a very conspicuous clown for the better part of the afternoon. Bright yellow pants are not to be missed.
I really need to do some shopping, but who wants to spend money on clothes that are only going to fit for another month or so? Worse yet, what grad school student has the time to shop? It's obvious that a very hot man servant that also happens to be an exquisite tailor is desperately needed.
Can I order one of those on Amazon?