So, I've been enjoying the fact that my size 8 jeans have been loose for a while. I decided that it was time to trek into the big city and get some size 6 jeans. The idea of moving down to a 6 is exhilarating. I've never worn a 6... maybe when I WAS 6.
So, I go to my favorite jean store-- Buckle where they have an insane selection of Lucky jeans. If you aren't familiar with Lucky jeans, they say "Lucky You" in the fly. I just can't resist that. So, anyway, after trying on a few size 6 that were a bit tight in the thigh, the lady brought me a different cut/style. I tried them on, and they fit great! Here's the kicker... they're a size 2.
The sales lady came back later to see if I wanted the 6 or the 2. Now, that's hysterical. I said, "If I fit in the 2, why would I get the 6?" She had no answer to this question.
I'm thinking ya'll can identify with the complete mystification of fitting into something that has a 2 on the size... especially considering I walked in wearing an 8. Granted, I don't think that I could get into any other 2's. This is just a little gift that floated my way today.
I'm gonna have to take them off at my meeting Monday night to show everyone the tag. Ha!
Size 2. Now that's a miracle. I think I'll wear them everyday for the rest of my life.