Yesterday I witnessed a Darwinian struggle of survival of the fittest between a button struggling for its life and a bosom fighting to burst free.
I needed something decent to wear to Chuck's grandfather's funeral. I'm sort of in between clothes in my closet right now: they're all either too big or too small. Hate that.
Plus I'm not really in to fashion. My greatest fashion concerns are usually concerned with backpacks, hiking shoes, cargo pants and which socks breathe the best. In other words, I'm not a fashion diva.
Anyway, I went to Kohl's and grabbed up a few blouses to try on. I had in mind what I wanted to wear. I made my way to the lair of my nemesis: the dressing room. How many times have I visited this place only to leave on the verge of tears?
I decided to keep my back to the dressing room mirror only to take a peek when I finally had the clothes on to check the fit. The strategy was successful. I didn't have to stare at any bumps lumps or rolls. Win.
Unfortunately I found out that I have trouble finding any button down blouses that fit. How does Dolly Parton find anything to wear?! I did manage to button a few but the struggle between button and bosom was too tragic to witness. I broke up the fight and let them return to their corners.
I came home with a cute pull over blouse, some pumps and some adorable earrings. Oh and some shoes with cute little skulls on them but I handed them over to my daughter when I got home. I can always borrow them. :) OK, I did buy one button down blouse in a size larger. A truce has been called between the two offending parties.
I left with cute clothes and my dignity intact. Then Chuck took me out for sushi and a sake bomb (a shooter of warm sake dropped into a mug of beer and shot back). Good day. Life is good.