Day 16, Phase 2:Incredible shrinking woman.

In general, my wardrobe is a very sad colletion of faded and threadbare items that I've had for a year or more. Every week, I assemble these items into ensembles that I hope will be considered moderately presentable. Additions to the work-appropriate clothing category have been few and far between over the past six months, as our income has been meager. But I'm a professional now. And I just got some Christmas money. I just have to find the time to go shopping.

I had an unexpected infusion of work clothes last September. Among other things, I got myself a nice lavender blouse. I swear it fit me when I bought it. Wore it only once. Every time I tried it on over the next few months, I seemed to be popping out of it -- you know that thing that button-down shirts do when they're too small? The thing where you can see your bra in between the buttons? The thing that if you inhale while wearing it you run the risk of turning said buttons into high-velocity projectiles? Well, that's what it was like. Utterly unsuitable for wearing to the office (unless I wanted to find myself on the receiving end of what my former supervisor would call an "HR moment"). But I hung on to this blouse as well as the hope that it would fit me once again.

Lately, due to stains, rips, fading, pilling or other calamities that might befall one's garments, I've been running out of options. I'm also too lazy to iron my other nice things on most mornings. This morning was such a morning. So I took a chance. I pulled the lavender blouse out of the closet. I tried it on. And ...

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...it FIT!

I would dare say it was roomy.

I strolled through the rest of my morning, triumphant in my lavender self.