I am not a fan of shopping. Of any kind. In particular, I despise shopping for clothes. (I do, however, appreciate appliances being gifted to me!)
When you are short like me, you find that you fall into a category whereby petite pants might fit if you can find your size (which I usually can’t), but shirts are always too short-waisted, and forget it if you have something up top. I have resorted to longer pants and just rolling them up.
Every size from brand to brand is different, and I’ll be darned if the fit between sizes and styles isn’t completely different, too, which means hours and hours of trying on things that don’t fit. If it fits in the store, you have a 50/50 chance that it won’t fit by the time you get home, because, you know, we’re girls.
Recently, I did actually get some new pants. I figure, I don’t care if capris are longer than most because I’m short; it just does not matter to me. Because I don’t enjoy clothes shopping (and what IS it with the fun house mirrors in the dressing rooms?!!!), I try to get in and out as quickly as is humanly possible.
This last venture has resulted in some cute capris. That want to fall on the ground. Seriously.
What is with these hipster pants? Really? I don’t want to see your undies; I am certain you don’t want to see mine. Or my crack. (please, Lord, tell me that’s covered when I bend over!!) I can tell you for sure that I don’t want to see yours, even if you are a plumber. Just. No. Desire.
Yep, those new capris are hipsters. And if they aren’t designed that way, that is where they land because they are too short-waisted to be pulled up to a reasonable position. How on earth did I miss this in the dressing room?!!
I’m not a fan of belts, either, but by golly, I found some in my closet, buried in the back. (Because, you know, sweats don’t require belts. I always figured if I had to be a Spice Girl, I would definitely be Sporty Spice, because that’s the way I rolled. Until my foot doctor told me to wear heels to help my plantar fasciitis….. but I digress)
If you don’t have belts, but wear hipsters, please, I implore you, invest in a versatile belt. I consider it to be a public service, and will make sure to do my part when my own shopping goes awry.
Trust me when I say, no one wants to see your pants (or mine!) on the ground!