- I cleaned my bathroom (badly needed)
- I bought myself clothes (badly needed)
- I bought myself shoes (not quite so badly needed)
- I bought myself a new purse (badly rationalized) which might actually qualify as "cute" though I would hardly be a good judge.
It's high time that the clothing industry took the plunge and sold women's clothes accord to size. Actual size. Actual size as in inches size.
Yes, on the outset, it would suck greatly. There would be untold "tag shock" as women had to face the Fats of Life. This drastic change in the garment industry would have to be handled delicately. Most likely it would require a Priest or therapist administering free Kleenex, chocolate and/or alcohol.
But you know what? I'd get over it. The bad news of the inches would be rewarded by all the hours saved not having to Indiana Jones every pair of pants trying to decode the ambiguous "Size 12" which, more often than not, is anything BUT a Size 12.
And these rules go for shoes too. Today I bought two pairs of shoes. One was a 9 1/2 and one was an 11-wide. 11-Wide! How did THAT happen?? Did my feet swell that much as I turned the corner from cute Capezios to Ronald McDonald footwear?
It's time for change. Forget Social Security and The Nuclear Option. We need to focus on issues of real importance. I'm going to put on my brand new shoes and kick some butt.