Tag: clothes

Clothes Shopping Makes Me Sick

plaid-dressy

Recently, my fashionista fab friend, Jennifer, asked me if I wanted to have a shopping field trip to my favorite store, Torrid. Let me preface this by saying I HATE shopping for clothes in person. I haven’t shopped for clothes in a physical store in years. As it happens a lot of time, when you are a big girl and the selections are limited, you want to go less and less. Add to that the feeling that nothing fits or looks right, and you pretty much want to bury yourself under your covers and never come out. But, women need clothes and I’m no exception. For me, clothes shopping is akin to going to the dentist – I never go with anyone because I don’t want them to see me cry, sweat, or scream and I get terribly overheated and come out looking like world’s largest radish. So, I browse and click from the comfort of my laptop and try things on privately in my home where I can prance and dance (or burn them) all in secret.

Poor Jennifer had no idea what she was asking when she extended the invitation. Since we are extremely close, I knew I could confide my apprehension to her and she would understand. And she did. But she also asked me to go because she knew I wanted help. I’ve told her more than once how much I love her style and how much I need some style tips and wardrobe suggestions. So, putting my fears and ill feelings aside, I agreed.

Still full of ickiness on Saturday when we met, I was soon at ease. She came in like a fairy Godmother – no kidding – bibbitying and bobbitying all over the store, gathering armfuls of clothes for me to try. Outfit after outfit went from her arms to the saleswomen to the dressing room. I went ahead to the room to mentally braced myself for trying on clothes in the store and in front of someone else that I knew. End result? No big deal at all! Jennifer put the cutest things together, was extremely sweet and supportive of all my insecurities, and quickly squashed any fears that lingered in the dressing room. I felt 16 again, giggling and trying on outrageous outfits alongside tasteful ones and even posed for pictures. PICTURES. AS IN EVIDENCE. AND MY SMILE WAS REAL IN THEM! (blackmail photo above)

She’s not a personal shopper by trade, but the girl has ALL the skills to be one and I know she’d love the opportunity to help anyone with tips and ideas. I asked her for shoe, jewelry, and outerwear advice along with the outfits we put together. We both left with some great outfits and I didn’t vomit. HUGE win. Because of Jennifer I can say with certainty that I will venture back into Torrid in the future to shop and try clothes on. Sometimes all we need is a fairy Godmother!

Naked in Savannah

I recently posted a funny (now) little story about my belated honeymoon trip a few weeks ago to Savannah, Georgia. A few friends aren’t on Facebook and asked me to post it elsewhere, so here you go! Enjoy my nekkidness. 🙂

The man and I hadn’t taken a trip together all last year, even after getting married last February. So, we pooled our resources, saved up our time, and planned a mini honeymoon over Christmas vacation to Savannah. We drove over on Christmas Day and stayed 5 days. Five glorious days in another city with fine food, art, libations, and no clothes.

Yes, that’s right…no clothes. Here’s how the conversation went:

Arrived in Savannah, Christmas night. Got the car unloaded and settled into the hotel room. Looked around at all my many bags to get my pajamas out –

Me: Honey, where’s my suitcase?

The Man: What suitcase?

Me: The one with all my clothes in it.

The Man: I don’t know. Did he not bring it up? I didn’t see it in the trunk. I could have overlooked it.

Me: No, you wouldn’t have overlooked it. It would have gone in firs…..oh……wait……it would have needed to go in first because it was the biggest. And I don’t remember putting it in there.

Me, frantically calling our friend who was house and pet sitting for us. No answer. Thinking…thinking…thinking…retracing steps. I had a ton of bags and brought down as many as I could carry in the first trip downstairs. Oh wait….I never went back upstairs for the rest. For my SUITCASE OF CLOTHES.

Text to sitter: Did you see a suitcase upstairs, by chance?
Sitter: Yes, I wondered about that. Was hoping it was there on purpose.

AGGGHHHHH!

Yup, went on vacation and left all my clothes at home. After losing it for about 15 minutes (I had a full come apart on Christmas day on my honeymoon in a beautiful hotel room), The Man calmed me down and assured me we would go shopping for clothes the next day. I didn’t need much, but still…I had such cute outfits packed. After a little while longer I was laughing about it. And then laughing every 15 minutes thereafter just thinking about it. I cracked up all weekend after my meltdown.

We went to “commercial Savannah” the next day and got a few items. As it turns out, I came upon 2 pairs of jeans in my other bags while we were there so all was fine. But imagine going on vacation and finding out THE EMPEROR HAS NO CLOTHES when you got there. I was wearing leggings and a t-shirt for the 7 hour drive over. That.was.it.

That wasn’t the BEST part of the trip, but it was definitely the funniest!