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Drowning in a sea of joy!

I took Maddox to be groomed today, and while he was getting all prettied up, I went to the mall. That's the first time I've been in ages. I'm just not much of a mall girl (at least not much of one since high school). I had PLENTY of time to kill so I went into Dillard's and headed for the plus sizes. I'm still in those and will be for some time, but that's okay -- we're moving in the other direction.

I just went to look -- didn't plan on buying anything, but I saw this beautiful beige/tan lined linen jacket on the clearance rack. It was 75% off. It's almost fall, but it would be suitable to wear for the first few weeks before putting it up for heavier gear.

I tried it on. It did not fit at all......... IT WAS TOO BIG!!!! It was the size I wear now, but way too big. I know that the pricier clothing usually tends to be a little more generous than other manufacturers, but holy mother of pearl, this was like 2 sizes too big generous.

I wanted to just sit down on the floor there, and cry tears of joy. That is a first. Usually, when I've wanted to sit on the floor and cry, it's because things were too small and I was hating the thought of going up to the next size. Or sad because there was no "next size" at this store and it would be off to Lane Bryant or Catherine's or any other specialty store. The idea of me going into Dillard's or Macy's or even Kohl's or any other regular store and being able to walk out with something in my size that fits ..... it still blows my mind.

I like this feeling. An awful lot!!!

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