A Dressing Room Miracle

Let me start by saying SORRY! I have been so busy with finishing everything at one job and preparing for everything at another.. not to mention the packing, shopping and my husband's birthday party. It's been a crazy 2 weeks. When the transition is over, I'll be back and blogging/commenting my little heart away.

For my new job I need tons of blazers. Watch your local news - have you noticed that the ladies behind the anchor desk don't recycle outfits for weeks?  I only have about 6 blazers I bought in college (more about those in a minute).  All week I've been spending time at Ross, Marshalls, Nordstrom Rack, Macys, Dillards, Burlington Coat Factory - you get the picture.

My first day on the blazer hunt was pretty unsuccessful.  I searched through the size 10 racks grabbing any suit I thought I could pull off.  With dozens of jackets in my hand I headed to the dressing room.  None of them worked.  For some reason I looked completely frumpy.  That's about the time I decided my new size must be 8. 

So back to the store floor in search of size 8 suits.  I waited in the dressing room line, grabbed the appropriate number for the amount of clothes I had, and then tried them on.  One by one, I realized even with the smaller size I was having the same problem - frump-fantastic. At this point I decided the problem wasn't the size, but just that I couldn't pull off the professional look.  I left the store completely defeated.

Day 2 of search:  I decided to try an even smaller size.  Yes, size 6.  Just for the record, I've never even attempted to fit into a size 6. Why try to fit into a size 6 if you can't fit into an 8? 

I went to the dressing room with a couple of 6's... already knowing they wouldn't fit.  First the suit jacket - the jacket pulled together just fine, no problem with the buttons, and it was on.  I looked at the second part of the 2-piece suit - the pants.  I thought, no way I'll be able to get those on.  I put the pants around my ankles, pulled them up and up and up.  My thunder thighs that usually keep 8s from reaching my waist didn't even put up a fight.  I zipped and buttoned with no problem. [insert tears of joy here]

Now to a complete miracle - I conquered a size 4.  Yes, a size 4.  It's only one of my 2-piece suits, but somehow I got it on.  I felt like America Ferrara in the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.  (note: another size 4 I tried wouldn't even button, so it was lucky, but I'll take it!) *pictured on the left*

While being obsessed with the stalled scale I forgot to notice my increasingly baggy clothes.  The scale hasn't budged in weeks, but somehow the inches have.

As far as all my old suits go, I have to donate them.  They range in size from 10 - 14.  They're not even close to fitting.  *pictured on the right*