Monday, November 19, 2007

Sneeze in a Dressing Room

A woman walks into a dressing room with four pairs of pants, two dresses and two shirts. The pants range in size and shape, because they are from the clearance section. As has been her habit, she has chosen what is available, not what looks best on her. The lights are bright, and the colors are classy as she enters the over-large cubicle with a long mirror on one wall.

Carelessly she removes her old chicken-juice stained jeans to don new ones, hoping one pair can possibly fit her the way these have for almost three years. Sure, she had to sew the zipper back in by hand and perhaps her husband was correct and she shouldn't have been walking on the hems until they wore right off . . . but she had enjoyed these pants.

Shopping is an exciting excursion for any woman. There are those who point out that the mirror in the dressing room is the most unfriendly mirror there is. That six foot peice of reflective glass ruins whatever joy a woman can derive from shopping, because it is too honest, too judgemental.

Well, not this mirror. Slipping into the first pair of pants, the woman noticed that she had grabbed the wrong size. But, she was over halfway in anyway and decided it couldn't do more harm than trying on any other pair of jeans. She fastened the oversized button and zipped up the pants and . . . her heart sneezed.

Perhaps it was her imagination. She turned from side to front to other side, admiring the flattering image she saw before her. She tore off her old snot-slimed shirt and threw on one of the new ones she had brought in with her.

The plum wine tones brought out the blush in her cheeks, her excitement now beaming from every muscle in her face. Still turning, still admiring herself she began to laugh. A laugh so loud and so full that the woman outside the stall asked, "Is everything working for you then?"

"Nope. I think I grabbed the wrong size!" How giddy that made her!

Another shirt - charcoal but in a similar cut - did not detract from the beauty of this robust woman who continued to giggle and dance before the mirror. The sales girl brought her three more pairs of pants, in that smaller size.

For twenty more minutes, the laughter continued, the dancing continued. She flipped her hair over her shoulders and totally enjoyed how beautiful she was. The pants were too expensive. The shirts weren't, so she decided to buy them and look for the smaller size of jeans somewhere else.

As she happily exited the cubicle she had dreaded entering, the sales girl grinned at her and asked, "Saw something you liked?"

How could a simple "Yes!" be enought truth for the moment?

10 comments:

Ahenobarbus Textor said...

Oh, how I loved that feeling. I don't miss the clothes bills though. I'm still living off of 4 button-down shirts, since I can't afford an entire new wardrobe. Still, it's so worth it.

Nicely sneezed.

WildBound said...

You go, girl. You SO go , girl.

Fedaykin said...

Buy the jeans. Totally worth it.

Ahenobarbus Textor said...

If you think you're done "shrinking," then but the jeans. If, however, you think you might have another experience trying on "the wrong size" in the next few months, I'd hold off on it. I started my metamorphosis last November, just before Thanksgiving. It's tough to do through the holidays, but ever-so-worth the difficulty! Not only will you feel lighter, but it'll help you tap into that vast store of self-discipline that we've all got, but mostly don't ever develop.

Wildman said...

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha

Just letting it go...

Ahenobarbus Textor said...

** "then but the jeans" = "then buy the jeans." Sheesh. First Monty Python, now... never mind.

Wildman said...

AT, you are such a man that any brilliant woman would want to follow, if only to see what you do next.

WildBound said...

"Then but the jeans", kinda punny...;)

Desertbound said...

Amazing what great fitting clothes can do for ones self-perception. Way to go SAYY!

Amber said...

Awesome! You deserve many more of those moments.