Well, I hit the sales today, and I can confirm: I am between sizes, neither one nor the other, so I have the twin mortifying experiences of trying to squeeze myself into the lower size, or trying on the larger size, and watching it swim depressingly around me, which somehow also serves to make me look fat. Depressing. Then you have to stand in the changing room wearing your bad bra (because shopping is always an impulse is it not) listening to 15 year old girls scream about how FAT their arms are. Compared to barbie, perhaps. Compared to normals? No. In the end I purchased two dresses (different sizes, naturally) and came scurrying home to try on some of my OLD clothes, satisfying myself that they still fit. This leads me to conclude that the sizes are getting smaller since last year I fit perfectly well into the lower size, and I still fit them perfectly well. SO this year, the sizes are a tiny bit smaller. Poor me.
In other news, I have been working, not studying and applying for jobs. Joyous. Tomorrow is the new financial year though, and Monday my sister arrives. Can't wait!
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