I confess: I am mainly writing this because I feel weird/bad about not blogging. Well I have been writing posts to go up when I'm on vacation/holiday (depending on which side of the ocean you hail from! I kind of like holiday now but then it sounds Christmassy which NOOOO). Plus the Go-Go's didn't write a song about a "holiday" now did they....oh but then Madonna did. Wait! Was Madonna pretending to be British even in her baby faced days?! Who says "holiday" in America? Whaaat. Remember when the only answer Bridget Jones knew at the fancy dinner quiz was Madonna related, but then she got it wrong and that indirectly led to her splitting up with Mark Darcy FOR NO GOOD REASON? Why was Bridget Jones 2 so bad? Is there any hope for 3?? Agh sorry! My brain, my poor brain, it hurts right now.
I confess: I bought a dress today without trying it on so of course it didn't fit. The thing is I really like it but I don't want to go up a size because ugggggh I know it's "just a number" but I am not in a head space to deal with that number. Even though I looked it up online and the other reviews said it runs a size small. It's a "wear on the airplane dress" - which sounds fancy, but basically I like to wear (very casual, preferably cotton) tunic things or dresses with leggings on our long haul flight because
a. Dresses don't have waistbands which dig in on long flights where I mostly slouch out in front of bad movies I would never watch anywhere else.
b. I don't have to take off a belt to go through security (I also try to wear lace-less shoes for this reason, because on an average transatlantic two stop journey you go through security approximately 3000 times ;-0)
c. It's easier to pull up my flight socks if I'm wearing a dress.
d. Fact: Jumbo jet transatlantic toilets can become....freaking disgusting after approximately two hours. Like, you do not want any part of you touching the floor of that...situation. So pants/jeans touching the floor are out. If I sound like I am a germ freak I honestly am not, it's just that I have seen....things!
e. When you land in Florida and wait to get off the plane the hot air fills the cabin like some Stephen King kind of torture and your whole body will combust if you are not wearing layers that can be stripped off to Florida levels of comfort in 10 seconds.
Anyway...am I the only one who wishes sometimes I could just buy something, but that I did not have to deal with numbers? Like why can't you just say "It's a size for a lovely slightly apple shaped *cough* slightly pms bloated woman and it will fit you perfectly and don't worry about defining yourself by a number because you are just fine the way you are?" Can't you just call me Christina Hendricks sized? I would prefer that!