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May. 27th, 2006 04:17 pmLast week I decided that the regiment might reinvest in some shorts that don't look like rags. Therefore, this morning began the Great Shorts Quest.
First of all, I really should know better by now than to even set foot in Old Navy. Their idea of "shorts" comes past my knees and I'd have to buy an entirely different cut of underwear. *bzzt* Next?
Sears might have been possible, except that the best shorts they had were Lands' End and I didn't want to pay $30 a pair. *bzzt* Next?
Filene's had shorts intended for college froshlings, so short I wouldn't leave the house in them. *bzzt* Next?
Out of desperation, figuring that at least they used to have jeans that fit my hips and my waist at the same time and there's no such thing as boot-cut shorts (thank goodness), I tried NY&Co. Good thing, too, because they had shorts that actually fit the description of what I wanted. The only problem is that the fashion industry has been screwing around with women's clothing sizes again. A 12 fit just a tad tight, and for a 14 I almost need a belt. I bought the 14s because the probability of my losing enough weight this summer to look good in the 12 is somewhere around the probability of airborne swine.
After that I went to Porter Square and ran errands, walked back to Harvard, took the bus to Coolidge Corner, went to TJ's and came home again. I left at 11 this morning and got back at 4. I don't mind doing a lot of walking in the process of doing errands if I have the time for it, but I do object when my right hamstring decides to tie a knot in itself for no particular reason.
Now for something completely different: I opened the bedroom windows this morning. I was considering opening the living room windows, but I rather thought it would rain (I was right), and it rains in when the living room windows are open. Besides, I would have to move a small mountain of stuff to get at the windows to open them.
First of all, I really should know better by now than to even set foot in Old Navy. Their idea of "shorts" comes past my knees and I'd have to buy an entirely different cut of underwear. *bzzt* Next?
Sears might have been possible, except that the best shorts they had were Lands' End and I didn't want to pay $30 a pair. *bzzt* Next?
Filene's had shorts intended for college froshlings, so short I wouldn't leave the house in them. *bzzt* Next?
Out of desperation, figuring that at least they used to have jeans that fit my hips and my waist at the same time and there's no such thing as boot-cut shorts (thank goodness), I tried NY&Co. Good thing, too, because they had shorts that actually fit the description of what I wanted. The only problem is that the fashion industry has been screwing around with women's clothing sizes again. A 12 fit just a tad tight, and for a 14 I almost need a belt. I bought the 14s because the probability of my losing enough weight this summer to look good in the 12 is somewhere around the probability of airborne swine.
After that I went to Porter Square and ran errands, walked back to Harvard, took the bus to Coolidge Corner, went to TJ's and came home again. I left at 11 this morning and got back at 4. I don't mind doing a lot of walking in the process of doing errands if I have the time for it, but I do object when my right hamstring decides to tie a knot in itself for no particular reason.
Now for something completely different: I opened the bedroom windows this morning. I was considering opening the living room windows, but I rather thought it would rain (I was right), and it rains in when the living room windows are open. Besides, I would have to move a small mountain of stuff to get at the windows to open them.
