Last night was a bad night. I violated a cardinal rule: do not, under any circumstances, shop for swimwear while alone, PMSing or overly-tired. I had a flag in every category.
Also, I seem to have missed the memo that if you indeed need to torture yourself through the process of trying on tiny pieces of very expensive fabric meant for water festivities, you must complete this BEFORE the month of July. Silly me! I thought the summer months would be prime swim suit season and now I feel the fool.
I went to Target, I went to Kohls (in two seperate counties). I went to Boston Store, Sears, JC Penny, Old Navy and some other random stores.
N.O.T.H.I.N.G.
I either ran the risk of flashing the general public, having a perma-wedgie or losing circulation to my legs. Bottm line: they do not make bottoms for big-assed womenfolk.
So I decided to high-tail it home and end the misery. Took a nice 20 minute run, a hot shower, a high dose of benadryl and headed straight for bed.
1 comment:
its really kind of freaky, i had the same experience just last week!
I tried Target, our local Kohls, Old Navy, and somewhere else that was totally useless.
I finally ended up spending like a gazillion bucks and bought one from Lands End. At least it will fit right, or they take it right back, and it will last.
I hate bathing suits. A masochist invented them.
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