Ok, so I never thought I would ever have a bad time shopping, but yesterday proved me oh-so wrong.
For some reason, I thought it would be a good idea to go jean shopping last night after being in a crappy mood all day and on the last day of Aunt Flo's visit. I have concluded that I am an idiot.
I tried on about a dozen pairs of jeans, none of which looked good, which could have possibly had something to do with the fact that I was angry at the world and wouldn't even have thought an ice cream cone looked appetizing.
Anyways, I hate that different brands of jeans have completely different sizing. I own size 10's that fit me, and I tried on a size 14 yesterday that I barely squeezed into!
I just can't understand why clothing brands do that. I mean, wouldn't they make the sizes run big to make people feel skinnier when they try their clothes on?
If I found a brand where I could wear a small shirt and a size 8 pant, I would buy nothing else.
In conclusion, shopping sucks when you already want to punch your loving boyfriend in the face for no reason at all and you're bloated.
So, I warn you. DON'T DO IT! Ever. Never do what I did.
Also something to never do, never leave your phone in a fitting room and then wait until you're on the opposite side of the mall to realize. Not fun.
Take my advice my little sparklers.
Live, Love, and Let it Sparkle,