Shopping Photos

It's been so long since I've posted, I'm going the bullet route.

* I had a slight unfill at the end of March because I had some trips coming up and was afraid I'd run into trouble while I was away from home. I scheduled a fill appointment when I got back from one trip but rescheduled because I had to go back to Florida for a few days. That second appointment was a bust because I waited for 45 minutes and the doctor still had another 15-20 minutes before he could see me. My daughter was about to lose it, so I rescheduled. The office called me to cancel that one because my doctor was unavailable. I am FINALLY supposed to get a small fill tomorrow. Cross your fingers that it actually happens. I'm going to suggest my doctor hire a PA to handle fills.

* My eating has not been great. Since the unfill, I've gained a few pounds, and they're real pounds, not water weight. Weighed in at 210.2 yesterday.

* My exercise is really starting to gain momentum. An awesome new gym opened in our town, and let me tell you it's been a long time coming. Until now, we haven't had much to speak of in terms of a really fun, nice place with great facilities and innovative classes. To that end, I decided to try every single group fitness class the gym offers. So far I've tried six different classes (a few of them, like Zumba and spinning, several times). It's fun to mix it up.

* I have a big family beach vacation next month, and I need a couple dresses for dinners and some summer stuff. My sizes haven't changed much; I remain in limbo between fat-girl store clothes and regular store clothes. Which makes shopping a little more complicated and not a lot of fun when I have to concede defeat and go to the plus size section.

I got this at Bloomingdale's a few weeks ago, and had a few compliments when I wore it recently:




Here's my problem (in addition to not being able to wear normal sizes): I want to look put together. I would like to be able to put an outfit together and accessorize. I'm not good at it. I really want someone to just pick out my clothes for me every day, and make sure they're comfortable.

I took a page from Catherine's book, since she is always so impeccably dressed, and made an appointment at Saks Fifth Avenue with a personal shopper. Yesterday, I took the train into New York and had a nice little day to myself. I was so looking forward to this appointment, and I think my expectations were a little too high. I was hoping she would tell me exactly what to wear and what not to wear, which shoes to wear with things and what jewelry to put with each outfit. I think she would have, if only I had asked for complete outfits. It didn't occur to me to be that specific, but I will next time.

I tried on about 20 dresses, shirts and pants and bought four things. I only got pictures of two of them, when the dresser stepped outside for a minute, because I felt like a jackass taking pictures of myself in front of her and her assistant. In both of these pictures, I'm wearing the jeans I wore into the city yesterday, so pay no attention to the bottom half. (Also, it was rainy and humid so my hair went all crazy frizzy.)

I had asked the dresser to pull sizes 16, 18 and 20 for me. The 20s were uniformly too big, as were most of the 18 tops, so that was good news. I am still firmly an 18 on the bottom. Blech.

This one is a silk Michael Kors number, on sale:


This one is a little too tight so I'll save it for a few pounds from now. I feel like it's kind of Jersey housewife, so let me know if you don't like it. Be honest!


I had my hair highlighted between the two shopping outings. Now I just need a haircut.

When I get the dress I bought I'll try it on. I like it, but I'm not in love with it like I was in love with Shaun Cassidy in kindergarten. So we'll see...