Unless it’s for sports stuff, or things that blink and beep, I hate shopping. Especially for clothes. Online shopping has been a godsend for me. I just log in to the most fashionable stores’ sites (LL Bean, Cabela’s) and a few days later my friendly UPS man drops off the couture. The only problem is that it’s not always easy to determine online if a garment fits into my suburban go-getter lifestyle1, so not every buy is a winner. I have recently solved this problem by inventing shropping.
Shropping is the combination of shopping and shrinking. If you’re both a reforming lardass and a packrat (like me), you have entire closets full of clothes that you grew out of. Out of which you grew. Grew you out of which. Whatever. These are all clothes that at some point in time looked pretty good (or funny) to me, but that became obsolete as mass increased. As mass decreases, I’m finding that I’m shrinking my way back into some of them. I dove into the prêt-à-porter archives over the last few days, and found many fine pieces that are back in play, including these fashionable separates:
Needless to say, my daughters are delighted.2
Day 67. (Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band was released in 1967.)
Weight: 292.3
Lost: 45.0 lbs.
Progress to initial goal weight: 38.4%
1 Any time I use the word “lifestyle,” you can be 100% certain that I’m being sarcastic.
2 It’s hard to fathom how happy they’ll be when they see some of the supplemental gems in the box I just marked “Save for 250.”
Okay, maybe they’ll be horrified. But let’s face it – it’s our JOB as parents to horrify, stun into submission, and otherwise scandalize the young ones, just as our parents did to us. I do this daily by walking out of the house in my fleece “pajamas” (my work-at-home winter uniform), to take them to school, run errands, meet close friends for coffee, etc. The only time this seems acceptable to the 13-yr-old girl, (the 11-yr-old boy is, of course, completely oblivious!), is when I am taking her to the mall to buy clothes for HER. Then, whatever I am wearing is just fine, it seems, as long as I bring the credit card and a liberal attitude toward her idea of fashion! Go figure.
Fun post and great slim photos!