This morning I had 10 minutes spare while small boy was having an early lunch with Granny and hubby, so I tried on all the skirts in my wardrobe, of which there are nine. Four of those no longer fit, because they are
This is well and truly a momentous occasion. When else have I ever had clothes that have gotten too big? When else have I ever had clothes that don't need to be packed away "just in case"? What a wonderful feeling to know that these skirts are too big, and will ALWAYS be too big. They are in fact too big to the point that I can take them off without having to undo the buttons/zips; clearly it would be dangerous to wear such an item of clothing for fear that the hem might get caught in something or trodden on by someone, and lo and behold, slip right off, leaving me displaying my undergarments to all and sundry. Not a pretty sight.
The other five skirts fit nicely (for the time being!) having previously been somewhere on the scale of snug to tight.
Next time I have a few minutes to spare, I'll be trying on my tops. Watch this space...