while k is napping, i'll let the laundry wait as share my sad h & m morning.
last weekend, the "girls" and i spent an ENTIRE day shopping. i had the best time, and i can't wait to go again. we almost closed down macy's at 11pm...
we went to h & m at the southside works. i found lots of tops that i liked, so i picked them out in my size. "aren't you going to try them on?" my friends inquired. "umm, no! like i've been this size since ninth grade!" i insisted.
flash forward to our house. hello?!?! why won't these damn tops fit over my shoulders? why do i look like a stuffed sausage? why didn't i try these on???
conclusion - h & m is for tiny women. translation - the tiny woman i used to be before three kids.
so this morning i got everyone to school and then drove over to the mills to "up" the sizes. not fun to tell the 20-something hottie that i'm actually 2 sizes bigger than i am in my mind. but did i try them on? "umm, no! like i'm sure they will work out fine."
did i mention i also have a few things to take back to ann taylor loft too? apparently they put in those dressing room thingies for a reason...