Yesterday I went to get some more clothes for work. I have tried to do this a few times before with my family in tow; however, that proved...unproductive. An example of the degree of productivity in a women's clothing store with children is Cian finding a "shortcut" directly through the shoe racks and Emily trying to take all the shoes off the rack as to be able to follow him. Needless to say I was not venturing near a fitting room with them in the same store.
So yesterday I went on the train down to CBD (downtown) by myself to get some clothes. I had lots of different things to try on and had a handful of items as I walked in to the fitting room (which of course only allowed me 5 at a time - why is that a rule?) I hate shopping. I have always hated shopping. Anyway, who knows me knows that this is one of my least favourite activities and maybe when I'm a grown-up doctor and making more money I can hire a personal shopper to buy me stuff and create outfits for me in some sort of spreadsheet - I would LOVE that. I made a bit of headway on my hatred of shopping with my friend Deb Evaniuk in Calgary in the summer when I got some really nice stuff and felt good about things but she had to hold my hand through the entire afternoon and put up with all my whining and tugging on clothes. She was a champ and I pretty much need her to come with me every time I go to a store.
I started trying on clothes and my regular size didn't fit. Didn't actually come close to fitting. This was hugely disheartening. Only one of the dresses fit and not very well either and despite all the clothes I had hopefully taken into the change room I left with...yoga pants.
I couldn't understand why nothing fit me since I haven't changed sizes and my pants are loose on me due to all the walking I've been doing. Truly, my walking to TimTam ratio was clearly in the pro-cardio category. I have been feeling really good.
I did not want to continue shopping after that. I was disheartened and there were lots of crowds because it was a Sunday and my "I hate shopping" cloud was getting bigger and darker. I picked up a couple of other things and left the store. I stopped at a couple other stores on my way back to the train station but since there were so many people my difficult-to-muster confidence in shopping crowds was growing infinitely smaller and I just wanted to go home.
Keith was very supportive and encouraging as he always is and said that I should try again when there weren't any weekend crowds (which is a much better idea for a shopaphobic person like me). He also mentioned that maybe the sizes were different than Canada. A lightbulb slowly started to glow over my head and I felt really stupid. Why had I never thought of that? Keith is more shopaphobic than me and HE had thought of it. So I checked online and Canadian dress sizes are FOUR SIZES SMALLER than Australian sizes. That means that my regular 10-12 would be a 14-16 in Australia. Huh...I am feeling pretty dumb about that. Needless to say I am now armed with a little bit more information on my next trip to the clothing store.
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