My husband and I are attending a wedding today. It's being held outdoors as is the reception. Since it's the bride's third marriage, it's not a formal affair but one does need something nice to wear.
Last Wednesday, returning from our trip to the coast of Maine, we stopped at a mall so I could look for a nice summer dress. We went to The Loft, the Ann Taylor store of less expensive frocks. My husband has great taste and he began to pick out dresses and tops he liked. I was hoping to wear a size 10 as I've been on this workout/nutrition plan since March and, per my post of May 7th, I had lost 8 inches & 3 lbs. Well, the 10s were still out of reach but I thought the size 12, which I've been wearing, would work.
Anyone who has ever shopped Ann Taylor knows they run small. I say this not because I'm trying to lose weight but as a former devotee of all things Ann. The clothes run small whether you're a 6 or a 12. I have been both. Suffice to say, the two dresses he and I liked most did not fit my hips in a size 12. He wanted me to go up a size. I refused. My sales girl, a young, sweet and quite helpful soul, thought I looked good in the 12. And I did. But it was literally squeezed over me after she'd helped me into a body slimming piece of underwear. Wearing dresses tight and accentuating curves is the style right now and I have curves galore. Luckily my bosom balances out my ass. But from the standpoint of comfort, the dress was killing me.
He said, ""Wear this with a pair of black slacks and a long strand of pearls. It'll look great."
I was mollified enough to agree and we walked towards the sales counter. En route, he picked up a gorgeous piece of costume jewelry to compliment the top. I agreed with him and we were suddenly enveloped by several older, well dressed, very kind sales "ladies" who wrapped and untangled and soothed me. I walked out with my purchases, holding hands with my husband, thanking him for his kindness.
Later that day, while unpacking at home, I thanked him again for helping me out. He turned to me and said,
"After all you went through in there, I wanted you to walk out with something. I wanted you to feel it was worth it. I wanted you to feel good."
You know what? I did and I do! Isn't he the guy? This is what love is really about.
Artwork by Laura Trevey.