July 4th, 2006

Celebrate

Bragging, just a bit

I went out today in hopes that the local yarn shop would be open.

It wasn't. It had, in fact, just closed.

But, since I was there, and I am going to a wedding next Sunday, I decided I might as well get the new suit I need - my old "simcha" suit is no longer wearable. Last time, I had to take in the skirt with safety pins and the jacket felt like a tent. Also, it's three years old, and I'm a bit bored with it.

I went to a boutique and the saleswoman gives me a *size 16* suit to try on.

It fit me like it was made for me - not just the sleeves or the hem, but the jacket - it didn't pull when I brought my arms together in front, it didn't ride up, it buttoned with me sucking in breath. I could move in it. But, when I looked in the mirror, I looked - not a lump, not a roll, just a long, smooth line. Elegant. And I could breathe in the skirt, too.

And, you know. Size 16. The last suit I bought? Size 22.

(Not to mention, 1/2 off and it'll still fit for Rosh HaShanah. Even if I lose more weight, I should get another year's wear out of it.)