Excuse me while I take a little break from blogging about weight, weight loss, food plans & exercise, so that I can climb up on my soapbox and rant about women's clothes sizes...ahem...
Yesterday, as I mentioned I dropped off clothes at the consignment sale. I was able to pre-shop and picked up a few things sized 12P. I started with size 14, but they were too roomy, so I got a 12 and there was a blouse I liked with a 12P label so I grabbed that too. It fit like it had been tailor made just for me. I admit it made me feel good to be able to put on that top and have it fit so nicely. It felt good to know that I can walk in to any department store now and shop with the 'normal' size clothes as opposed to the plus size.
BUT, in my heart I knew that I was not/am not a size 12. When I weighed 165+ on the way up, I wore a 14 on a good day. The kind of day when there was no bloat, I had control top pantyhose on and the clothes had a generous cut. ;-) Most of my clothes were size 16. I'm not really complaining, just stunned a little bit. I'm sure manufacturers know the buying public much better than I, and this must be what the public wants. OK. I'll deal with that. It seems a little deceptive, but we all know better, right?
Today, my mother brought me a box of clothes a friend had given her and she could not use them. I never know where a gem might be hiding so I took the clothes to try on. The first garment I pulled out was a classic black blazer, size 16. My first thought was that my poor mother had no idea that I was a size 12 now and that would swallow me whole. I put it on anyway. It fit, nicely even. Hmmm...I didn't want that size 16 corrupting my little 12's, I put it in the pass pile. Then I pulled out a pair of slacks, size 12. That was more like it, but I couldn't get them over my hips. What?!?! How long had this lady had these clothes in her closet??? After that, I stopped looking at the sizes and developed a lot of respect for my mother being able to know what size my body is better than I do.
Several of the items were quite dated, and wouldn't work with my wardrobe, but some were fine and it was worth my time to get a few more pieces that will serve me on the way down. The last thing I tried on had to have been in this woman's closet from 1970. Even 65MD, who seems to like these fashion shows, started laughing when I pulled out this lovely dress. It was from that new fangled double knit fabric. The top was a red & white horizontal stripe and the skirt was navy blue. It was a dress, made to look like a skirt & top. It had a navy blue jacket with white piping around the collar and white buttons. It was a nice patriotic ensemble. I wouldn't wear it in 100 years unless I was attending some sort of 1970's retro party.
Then I noticed the size. It was 14. I put it on out of curiosity. I managed to struggle in to it, but if I'd taken a deep breath, some of the seams would have ruptured, and there was no way it was going to zip. There was at least a 3 inch gap at the waist. 65MD was about to pass out he was laughing so hard. It was funny. Too bad we didn't take pictures. I was a little afraid to laugh because I didn't want to rip out any seams.
I managed to get it off perhaps saving a shred of dignity. Then I hit upon this idea for clothing manufacturers. Please put the year the garment was made in addition to the size. That way those of us that shop for vintage/classic garments, will have a better idea as to if it will fit. If the label is a size 12 but the year is 1980, it is too little for me right now. I could make a little spreadsheet to keep up with it. I'd even publish for all of my blog friends. It would save us all a lot of time in the dressing room and a lot more embarrassment. So, manufacturers, is that possible? It doesn't seem too hard to me.
We now resume our regularly scheduled weight loss blog...
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