Generally, I don't really like to shop that much. I think this all kicked in after I had kids because before that, I enjoyed shopping and mostly looked forward to it. However, since kids, its not so fun to not know how to shop for my "new" body. (AKA, the holy cow moment of post-pregnancy shopping when you realize that you're not quite the same as you used to be)...
Anyway, Phil and I were trying to capitalize on the Labor Day sales going on and one local store was having a great sale, so we decided to get a jump on some Fall/Winter shopping. We were at the store (with both the kids). I only add that in there because I don't know what we were thinking bringing both kids to a clothing store while we were trying to make educated decisions about what we were going to buy...
Again, anyway, (I keep distracting myself with the memories of our not-so-great shopping experience) I was looking at some long sleeve shirts which seemed really small for the size on the posted on the tags. One of the sales peeps—who I thought was a little pushy...I mean over eager... to help me find my size—informed me that the store's target audience was 11-17 year old's and that's probably why the sizes looked a little off. I smiled—and had an inner dialog with myself about maybe I shouldn't be shopping here because if the target audience was 11-17 year old's then I certainly shouldn't be shopping here because that means its a children's clothing store...but how could that be? Its not advertised that way and there are no pictures of children wearing their clothes on any of there posters...when (I think because she thought I understood what she was talking about since I smiled and "got it") she continued on to tell me that after we have kids things start to "shift" and "sag" and I should probably go up a size or two from what I normally wear. Again, the inner dialog started (and I'm not sure about the expression on my face...but knowing me, from what my husband tells me my face usually looks like when I'm offended, I probably wasn't smiling)—I was thinking, whoa, did she really just tell me that? Hmmm...she has a wedding ring on, so maybe she has kids and is just trying to support the fact that she knows what its like to go shopping post-kids and realize that what size you used to be isn't the reality after kids...or maybe she has no clue what that's like and just trying to make small talk since she knows that my kids are here...but that would be kind of rude. Then I snapped back to reality and told her that I would be trying on everything at home and no I didn't want a dressing room and yes, things do "sag" and "shift" after having kids and no I didn't need help finding my size.
Thanks sales lady. I immediately went to tell Phil that I was done, although I spared him the details until later and proclaimed the experience blog worthy.
All that to say, I don't like shopping anymore...
