Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Sample Size Schmample Size

Yes, I know what you're going to say, "how come you haven't written in a while?" To answer your question, I have been busy. This hungry girl decided it was time to become an official adult with The Hubs....and bought a house. We sign the appears tomorrow but in the meantime, we went on vacation to Vegas (the eating and drinking Mecca!) and then I got a new job. Still in the same line of work but now I get to do ecommerce, wow that sounds fancy. In fact when I tell people what I do they immediately think it's something out of Sex and the City when Carrie is walking through the sample closet at Vogue, mmmm not so much. Sample closet, yes...Manolo Blahnik marry-janes, no. 

Speaking of "sample" and "sample size" who the heck decided that a size 2 is a "sample" of the population. For me a size 2 is a sample of my left ass cheek. So who's sample are they talking about? Definitely not mine. Especially again when sample size for shoes is 6,7 or 10! That poor Amazonian woman, she's gotta get her skinny britches into those tight fitting pants and she still has gun boats for feet. If she looks anything like Gisselle Bundchen then I don't feel sorry of her, especially since she's married to Tom Brady. It probably is Gisselle...it's Gisselle....yes they model everything after her because why wouldn't you? Ok, I'll stop.

Do you see what I mean here though? Not every girl out there has a body like her! Yet the sample of clothing that fits her is supposed to be the norm. It always frustrates me when I watch Project Runway and they have the Real Woman Challenege and there's always that one jerk designer who complains about the clothes not fitting the woman he's designing for because she's "not the typical size." I would say that most women like that poor lady crying on TV because you basically just called her fat are more of a typical size than anyone else. It's ok though, Heidi Klum comes to the rescue and tells that designer how horrid they're being and saves the day....she's skinny too though, arrrggghhh I can't win!

I think at the end of the day, you can't go off of what you see on the tag (I'm telling you what I tell myself everyday when I put my clothes on- I might be skeptical of it too but if I put it out there, I'm more apt to follow my own logic). Instead you have to wear what fits best and looks the best on. You're not defined by the number on your clothing tag- it's the person on the inside that counts.

Ok enough of the mushiness for one evening, all of this packing has made me hyped up. Now to pack those shoes I bought at the sample sale! See, I guess I shouldn't complain. The sample clothing may not fit but the shoes do. Now for some Project Runway.