The quake you felt was not my jumping for joy, it was my stamping feet. I hate shopping for jeans! But needs must...
Armed with crayons, notebook, toy car and crackers to entertain Monkey, accompanied by the promise of a fluffy and savoury if he behaved through the three clothing shops in our mall, we headed out. Yes, you read right - three shops - now you're understanding why I was so excited to go to Brisbane...
But I digress, as I was trying on the 7th pair of jeans that ultimately didn't fit or would only look good if I were wearing a dress over the top, Monkey was being a monkey. At the top of his voice, he says
"Oh Mummy, Daddy was right! You do have a bottom! And it is squishy!" - read it out loud with a joyful three year old tone.
We left as soon as I could peel the jeans off my thighs, ignoring the fact that they were one size bigger than I usually wear.
In the next shop it was -
"It's OK Mummy, you don't need to do the button up, your knickers look pretty like that"
At this stage I needed a
I struck gold, two pairs of jeans for $30 from the clearance rack. Both from non-plus size ranges! WIN!!
Although I still wonder why the legs of jeans are so long - I am of average height and the waist of the jeans should be just above my boobs if the hem is to rest on the floor!
Hence today will be spent finding someone to alter the jeans!