You have no idea of how much grief I gave Mom over the Chico's addiction. The fabric, the number of different combinations, the matching, the everything. Mom actually had a job at the one in High Point and everyone knew her by name.
I am out of town for a couple of days and needed some business clothes to actually go over my fat butt. [I am +30 lbs right now from when Mom was here. I wish I could say fat and happy, but today I am just fat.] Mom was the only reason I have ever lost weight when I have been stressed, but during the last month, I dropped about 15 lbs. I didn't realize it until I tried on a dress for the funeral. I just felt funny eating when Mom couldn't eat, and a couple of weeks catching throw up pretty much killed my appetite. My normal stress pattern is to eat anything that is moving slow.
Back to my butt... I ended up getting Chico's like stuff for this week at the Belks in town today. [The Belks in Fuquay is the smallest Belks on the planet, plus I know everyone here. Once I had to get a dress for a wedding and the entire Belks dressed me, customers and staff, from the shoes to the whatever. Again, I live in a very small town.] I just wanted something that would go over my butt and not be tight. Black pants, black skirt, black tank top and something brown that looks like a jacket and something blue with a matching shell. Kathy is helping me find stuff (She goes to church with me. ) In theory, I can fit all of this in my purse and have outfits for 4 years. Man do I hate to shop.
Can I get a "I told you so"? Who knows what is next? I may go buy some makeup from a real store.
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I actually went through a Chico's phase. You gotta love those "travelers." I mean, you can literally scrunch them up and throw them in the corner of your closet and a week later pull them out and they are wearable!!!
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