There Are No Words...

Yet I will come up with some. I just read this article. My favorite part is "Anyway, you only need to look at the tags of clothes size 10 and 20 to see that the difference in cost – sometimes three or four dollars, sometimes 10 or 15 dollars, is being passed on to the plus-sized consumer."

Um, did I miss something? When did size 10 become plus size? What crack are these people smoking? And HOW on earth are they saving money by not serving the majority of American women? Do all the skinny girls have the money?

I fully acknowledge that 68% of American women being plus-sized is too many. That is another post, though. Beyond the fact that we have some serious health issues in this country, and that we all need to get our butts in gear, or at least I do, WE HAVE TO WEAR SOMETHING IN THE MEANTIME. Ridiculous. I love that at the bottom of the article they try to console us by pointing out that many of the stores will allow us to purchase their plus-sizes online, even if they won't stock them in the store. Totally good solution. Because women struggling with weight issues, and therefore generally more body flaws to try to camouflage and draw attention away from, should order things online. Looking at it on the size 0 model will give you a GREAT idea what it looks like. Or, if they have it on their size 10 "plus size" models (if they are even that big), that will also give plus size ladies a good idea.

Thank you, fashion world, for giving so many women such a boost. We feel fabulous.

Thrift Tip #1

K and I have the perfect plan. We were at the business Costco the other day, and they sell vending machines and the goodies to stock them with. So when you come by our place, feel free to help yourself to a nutter butter out of the vending machine. All you need is three quarters.

Whose Brilliant Idea Was This?

What bright marketing person decided that Memorial Day Weekend was a good weekend to have big sales? Because I would like to cast my vote to stop that tradition. I personally do not immediately associate sales with any major holiday, whereas I know some people look forward to holidays so they can go shopping. I was excited that I had four whole days (sort of) all to myself this weekend, and looked forward to relaxing. A few of the things on my mental list that did not make it onto my blog list involved going to a few stores in the mall. When I pulled in to parking lot at the mall, I realized by the insane amount of cars in the parking lot that everyone else decided this was a good weekend to shop, too. Only most of them were strolling leisurely down the mall walkways. Who strolls in a mall? If you are one of those people who strolls, I have a few questions. Is this seriously the best activity you could come up with for a beautiful sunny afternoon in Seattle? To go inside and walk like a turtle down the walkway in herds with other women and teenagers, and a few poor men who got dragged along? Seriously, this sounded like fun to you when you woke up this morning? Are you on crack? Could you at least please stay to the right so I can walk by at a normal rate, if not a hurried, get-me-away-from-this-herd-of-crazy-women pace?

I got over hanging out in malls somewhere in high school. It sounded fun when I was about 10. Now I find it amusing only because there are so many people that seem to go there to be seen. Mostly teenagers. Also crazy people seem to go there. But people watching can only get you so far. And too many salespeople seem to follow you around stores. (NO, you cannot help me. I see your nametag, I know where to find you...)

Needless to say I got out of that mall very quickly. I got one item I had set out to get, but I did not get ANY clothes. You want to know why? Because I found things like this every which way I turned. Some of them I did find quite cute, however I cannot wear them. Seriously, a whole store with nothing with sleeves besides the plane tshirts, which I have enough of, is just silly. Mormon girls need cute clothes too. Ones with sleeves. That don't show off the girls. And don't age me 10 or 20 or 50 years. That's all I'm asking for.

It was enough to make me cranky. Never you fear, though. I went to pottery that afternoon, which is almost always soothing, and worked on some creations that are so, so cool that you will die from their coolness when I post the pictures.

And Then We Went to Joann's, and then we went to Joann's...

And then we went to Joann's. Oh, and then we went to Joann's!

So Saturday night I went out with a few other ladies and Tonganboylover, who was shopping for material for her bridesmaid dresses. All 10 of them. So we went to FOUR Joann's throughout the area. We started around 7, and finished right before 10. We made good time. Then we went and stuffed ourselves at Red Robin. Mmmm. There was a little milkshake incident, but it totally wasn't my fault. The shake was suctioned to the little shaker.

See the hot mamas at the last Joann's checkout: