No matter what size I am, I struggle to find clothes?
Because I’m having stomach trouble, I’ve lost another 25 pounds. This brings me down to sizes I haven’t been in since high school, or even smaller. Now, my weight fluctuates tremendously. I can gain 30 pounds in a month for no apparent reason. My closet holds clothes from a size 20 down to my current size, an 8 or a 6. And at each size, I struggled to find clothes.
Is this a universal problem women have or is it just me?
I don’t think I’m unreasonable in my requirements. I want something flattering, which fits correctly. And doesn’t make me look like a hooker. I mean, really people? Is covering body parts beyond the capabilities of clothing designers? Low rise jeans? Unless you go commando, your underwear will show. And shirts cut so low my bra shows. Alot. Like the top half of the cups. What possible under garment can you wear beneath something like that?
Or the clothes are designed for 90 year old women. Old fashioned, with no shape or style.
And painfully ugly.
Laurie and I spent several hours searching for tops to go with pants I bought on sale at the end of last summer. (Laurie, graciously, changed the waistband on both the pants and skirt so they didn’t fall off me. Since the pants are wide leg, they look fine. The skirt change made no difference in the way it hangs.) A couple observations:
- The colors this season are muddy.
- There are a lot of earth tones
- Mustard seems to be big this season
- The new stuff reminded us of the stuff from the eighties. We both hated ’80’s fashion
- Even the clothes for younger women felt old-fashioned. One dress in particular reminded me of a dress my grandma had, and wore, in her later years.
Maybe I’ve reached the age where current fashion trends don’t matter to me. I just want clothes that are flattering for my figure, in colors and styles I like and that actually cover me. This is probably a pipe dream. Nevertheless, Laurie and I preserved.
Eventually we were successful. I found a pair of “jeggings” which will work well beneath my longer, boho looking tops. Second store was a bust. Then we headed to a third store and found some tops. And a couple beautiful dresses which fit like they were made for me, but not appropriate for Gary’s funeral.
Today’s project may be several bracelets to go with my outfit. And probably some earrings too.