I'm very excited to be going to BlogHer in a couple of weeks. I had a great time last year, and I learned a lot. I am also particularly excited to make my first visit to San Francisco. I am also looking forward to rooming with Suzanne. We have been friends since we were 14, and she's my younger son's (YS) godmother. I have my tickets. I have a hotel room, which was particularly easy to find since Suzanne did all the research. (She has been to San Francisco many times.) BlogHer has a packed agenda, including a signing for Suzanne's new book, Off the Beaten Subway Track. I thought everything was set. Then I realized that I am missing one thing: pajamas that fit.
For each of the past two Christmases, the Big Giraffe bought me a pair of pajamas that fit well. Unfortunately, they're winter pajamas so while they allow us to keep our house at a freezer-like temperature (much to the chagrin of any overnight guests), they're not so great when it's warm outside. I have given away all of my pre-pregnancy summer pjs, leaving me with pjs I bought during the third trimester of my first pregnancy. I am quite pleased to say that they are gigantic. There is no way I'm letting anyone who's not married to me see me wearing them. Sorry, scary pjs require a marriage license. I just won't take responsibility for giving anyone nightmares for years to come, followed by additional years of therapy. (I know for a fact that the Big Giraffe has medical insurance. Plus he took a vow for better or worse and I think that the pjs fall neatly into the latter category. Rest assured that if asked during my pregnancies the correct response would have been that they fell into the former category.)
Since I'm spending a lot of money on this trip, a couple of pairs of pjs is nothing on top that a couple of pairs of decent pjs aren't that much of an extravagance, the Big Giraffe, the boys, and I headed out to an outlet mall. While we were there, I decided to duck into my very favorite, pre-kids store: Ann Taylor. I love her clothes, and she was my designer of choice when I worked full-time. After two kids, well let's just say that they haven't fit as well and leave it at that. Today I braved the long line for the dressing rooms and practically held my breath when trying on the clothes while repeating a silent mantra of "Do not cry if they don't fit." And...they didn't fit. They were too big!!! I'm really excited that not only can I fit back in Ann Taylor clothes, but I'm not even the largest size (not that I wouldn't have been thrilled even to fit into the largest size too). There was nothing I liked enough to warrant spending even the outlet-reduced high prices, so I put everything back and then almost had a panic attack trying to leave the store to meet up with my family. Why is that?
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: Outlet stores are extremely crowded during 4th of July weekend sales. Labels: Exercise and Fitness, Toys / Clothes / Gear |
So did you get PJ's for Blogher? I am dying to know!
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It's always a lovely surprise when you fit into smaller clothes, but girl? With all the triathoning you have been doing, this is not a surprise!
Hee hee, couldn't resist that one!