I went to the mall yesterday. I had grab bag and other small gifts to get and I wanted to take advantage of some of the sales. I did really well until
I stopped to buy a swimsuit.
Huh? What was I thinking trying on a swimsuit in December, just a few weeks past the Thanksgiving cake-fest? And where am I going to wear a swimsuit in New York in the winter? Anyway, I stopped... looked at the lovely blue ... took something with me to the dress room ... and then bought it.
I was totally suckered in by what I'm going to call "vanity sizing". You know, when a shop marks the clothing size down a notch or two to stroke our egos. It totally worked. I haven't had a suit this size for years and there's no way I'm smaller than I was before. (See my post here if you're wondering what I'm talking about.) But I sure loved asking the clerk for a smaller size. And then, the smaller suit fit. Whee! I know, I'm not supposed to care what size I am, but it sure was fun.
Gimme this one, will you?