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Damn My Ample Bosom

The title of this post is one of my favorite lines from "Dharma & Greg". It's from the episode where Dharma tries to crawl under the door of a bathroom stall and can't because of her...well, ample bosom, as she says. I always think of this line when I try to go clothes shopping.

Shopping for clothes is usually not a fun process. I don't exactly have a body shape that fits anything trendy. If it fits in the bust or the hips, it's WAY too big in the waist. The arms are often too short or too tight for my taste. Most pants are too long for my legs. And dresses...well, dresses are almost impossible. The waist always seems to hang just below my hips.

And then there's the color problem. Most everything in my closet is black or navy blue, with a few fuschias thrown in for fun. I also don't wear patterns. At all.

I'm mentioning this because I went shopping today. I hoped to find some new shirts, but no such luck. Why is that clothing designers only seem to have two groups in mind when creating their lines? Unfortunately, I'm not shaped like a twelve-year-old boy, nor do I have blue hair.

Sigh.

I did, however, find an adorable baby blue t-shirt that will be perfect when I take it in a bit; a pair of Dockers capris (in their "curvy" line...HOORAY!); and a stunning black bubble dress that I cannot wait to wear. Now I just need a place that requires some dressing up.

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Christy said…
Oh yeah. I had clothes-shopping too. That's one of the biggest reasons I decided to start learning to sew! Hooray for curvy pants!

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