I went and bought some jeans and a few other things today, all except one of which I decided I would be hopeful about guessing the correct size but try them on at home and have to return them if they didn’t fit, because I thought that would be easier than manuevering Young Indiana around a dressing room. I carefully checked all the items’ tags against what the hangers said, because the shops are notorious for putting the wrong size item on the wrong hanger. The one thing I did try on fit, but I put it back and grabbed another one because the one I’d tried on had makeup stains on it.
You can see where this is going, right?
Right. I got home, tried everything on, and the one thing I’d tried on in the store was the one thing that didn’t fit. The size on the hanger I’d seized was not the size of the shirt on the hanger. SO ANNOYING.
In totally unrelated news, Bon Jovi will be playing in Dublin next summer. Yay!