Herself: Laundry….ah, the excitement of it all. Shopping, dinner, meetings. Broke down and took Advil. Normally I make it through to Wednesday. No Swimming as he has the car and truck. More laundry.
Oh, I have two pair of black pants. One is a sized twenty I cannot get into. The other is a twenty I can wear comfortably but has faded to blotchy grey. That pair bares lots of my shins, plus the odd ankle bone, to the weather. Naked ankles are ok with sandals in the heat of the summer. In this 46 degree, (7.7 C) weather, I’m not letting anything bare itself into the wind.
Check in hand, my husband went shopping with me at a mall….instead of a thrift store. There were no black denim pants at JCPenney’s….except of course the Gloria’s that have way too much stretch in them and fall off after four minutes. When I purchased a pair of green cords, for that odd green has always been my personal black, I discovered that everything was on sale. I could actually afford to shop. It was a mind opening thought.
Macy’s. We moved on down the mall to Macy’s. The fashionista boss where I volunteer told me to go to a more politically correct store instead of Macy’s, but I had hopes. With my husband tailing along, doggedly I headed up two escalators to the Fat Lady’s section….Macy’s calls it “Women’s,” and our shop calls it “Plus Size.” I foraged on hoping there would be a Ralphie in a giant size. I don’t have to alter those. No Ralphies.
What I did find were two pair of Macy’s house brand black denims at one fourth the cost of a single pair of “Not Your Daughters Jeans.” Gathering my new black pants into my arms, I noticed acres of photo opportunities just waiting on every corner.
I was in heaven; my camera was with me.