Don’t hate me but I weigh the same as I did when I graduated from high school many, many years ago. It has nothing to do with me. It’s my gene pool. You really have to pick your parents carefully. However, the weight isn’t at the same places. Just like aging people, some of it has migrated to other territories much further south. “They” say it’s part of the aging process and very normal.
Clothes fit differently. The burning question is, “what on earth happened to my armpits??” More on this later.
As a part of a major summer clothes clean out, I am forcing myself to wear the unworn stuff in my closet. You know what happens. You buy something but it isn’t quite comfortable or there is just something you don’t like about it so you don’t wear it. Maybe the clothes fairy took it in an inch so it doesn’t fit. You can’t throw it out or give it away because it’s new and hardly worn but you don’t wear it either. It’s gets pushed further and further back until it’s in a dark corner and you can’t see it anymore.
I pulled all the summer tops out of the dark closet corners and every day I wear one of them. At the end of the day, it goes into the wash and then it will either go in the closet to be WORN (very unlikely) or into the donation basket. I bet you can guess where most of them are ending up. No matter how logical your mind is, if it doesn’t feel good, you will find a million reasons why today is not a good day to wear it.
It’s been very traumatic for the cats who like to pull old clothes down off the hanger and sleep on them adding a layer of fur to the closet. Some of their favorites are in the donation basket. There is probably some fur in there. Hopefully I will get a tax deduction for that too.
Today I have a multicolored hot pink Izod t-shirt on. I like Izod clothes but the fit is weird. Some things are ok but some are cut skimpy. This one has tight armholes. I have the same armpits I had when I bought it and I am sure I wouldn’t buy it like this. So what happened? Did my armpits migrate to my chest? Or did it shrink in the wash or maybe the clothes fairy had her way with it. I have been having a hard time parting with it because the colors are pretty but today is the last day for it. Out it will go.
T-shirts are hard to buy. I like trendy looking shirts. You can always tell an old lady t-shirt. They have old lady prints and the sleeves look like they could cover a Mack truck. With my migrating armpits and skinny but flappy arms, I have to be careful to get the perfect fit.
Yes, I realize that t-shirts are out. I was at Macy’s today and the style is a skimpy tanky thing underneath with a big floppy asymmetrical cloth of some sort that has a hole in it. You put your head in the hole and it hangs attractively on your body. I tried one on and then I went back to the old lady t-shirt section and found one that wasn’t too bad – cap sleeves, solid color (which will highlight my eating activities nicely) and it was on sale.
I have one more week before the clothes truck comes to pick up my castoffs.