Oh. My. Jeebus. Just shoot me now.
I currently have two pairs of jeans that I wear on a regular basis - a 26 petite Fashion Bug brand, and a 26 petite St. John's Bay from JCPenney. Both of these jeans are way too big and baggy now. Yay! Sort of.
Enter the frantic gotta-find-jeans-on-my-one-hour-lunch-break-at-the-ridiculously-busy-mall debacle.
Fashion Bug went out of business, so I can't go back there. JCPenney had NOTHING that fit or flattered. At Elder Beerman I found an awesome pair of Ruff Hewn jeans that were the perfect length and a very good fit. Score! And then I looked at the price tag...
For one pair of jeans.
Nope. Can't do it. Don't really want to spend three days alone in the Tennessee mountains with a mad husband.
So then I did the thing I swore I'd never do. I went to Lane Bryant.
You see, years ago when the geniuses at LB
Nuh-uh. Not gonna do it.
|I created this myself! Woot!|
But today, against my better judgement, I went anyway. It's been years since I had tried to buy pants there. Surely they had refined the process some by now, right?
|Why are you sideways?! :(|
I shit you not, my friends. I went from a well-fitting Ruff Hewn 22, to an ill-fitting, tight in all the WRONG places 28 at Lane Bryant. At the fat girl store! Say it with me now:
Needless to say, I left there pantsless.
I left there with pants. Just not new ones. That would be embarrassing. And I was late getting back to work. Why does this process have to be so hard, my peeps?