Driving to the mall looking for the perfect shirt, finding it and trying it on and it just fit perfect, was my favorite thing to do but that was 15 years ago before I had children. Before I grew hips, when clothes seemed to fit. Now I dread going to the mall. Finding clothes for my son isn’t a issue. He doesn’t care what I buy him and he’s still small enough that actual size on clothing still fits him.
This change is not because I’m older and am looking for something organic or ethically made or something fashionable. Its the sizing. The last time I went to the mall I decided I wanted a new shirt, a new sweater and a new pair of jeans. Its been awhile since I last treated myself to anything and I needed these items and I can get all three in a single trip to the mall. I was excited. I never treat myself and I was kid free so it was gonna be a good day, or so I thought.