My baby sister Jenny lives in Minnesota. Well, this weekend, she was in Pittsburgh visiting my mother. My other sister Sandy lives not far from me. We carpooled up to PA to visit with my mom and our baby sister. None of us have seen Jen since her wedding, (see previously posted pic of us at her wedding).
We were all very excited to get together and have all the girls together again. I wanted to get my hair done before going to town. Jen is a hairstylist. I did not want to go to see her with that mess of a hairdo I have been sporting since the surgery.
She called me before the trip and told me she was bringing hair cutting supplies with her and she wanted to celebrate my 73 pound weight loss with a new hairstyle. She also planned to stop by a beauty supply store and pick up some professional hair coloring to cover up my gray hair. She also wanted to do Sandy’s hair. Neither one of us are fashionistas like Jen, so we really appreciate her bringing us up to speed.
In addition to being a hairstylist, Jen has her certification as a Master Colorist. Impressive. As a funny aside, the day she received her certificate, she was so excited. When I found out I called and left her this voicemail message:
“Jen, I have a serious problem and I need the help of a professional. What two colors do I mix together to make purple?”
Yeah, I was teasing her, but that’s my job as a big sister. We older siblings reserve the right to torture our younger siblings for being the youngest and getting all the things we were not allowed to have like their own room with a phone and lax rules for staying out on weekends. Granted, the rest of us had moved out by the time she was a teenager, but that’s no excuse. But I digress.
Nonetheless, Jen did not miss a beat and came back with, “You have a pen handy? Write this down. Red and blue make purple, crazy girl!”
In addition to getting my hair done, she and my mom wanted to take me clothes shopping for new pants since all of my pants either do not fit me at all or are starting to feel a little big, even the new jeans I bought in December.
We went to the mall on Saturday and checked out many stores. We walked so much, we wore my mother out, which takes a lot. We were all kind of tired except for Jen who can keep going forever, I think. I went to many normal clothes stores with them. Of course, there was nothing for me. I did see a lot of clothes that I can wear after I lose a lot more weight, but nothing that I can wear now.
So, then we went to Kohls and Target on Sunday to try to find pants for me. I do not know why we did not hit Lane Bryant or The Avenue while we were at the mall, but we did not. I also did not want to spend a lot for pants since I will be losing more weight over the next few months.
We went to Kohls first and we could not find the plus sizes anywhere. We finally found the section upstairs way in the back. One or two walls filled with the ugliest clothes I have ever seen. The only “activewear” pants they had were made from velour. Not happening. We were hoping to get some more yoga pants. So, we left there and went to Target. Again, very difficult to find the plus sizes. Then one tiny corner of semi-OK clothes. I did get a pair of cute purple pants, size 22! And one pair of yoga pants in a 1x.
In December, my new jeans were a size 24. The purple pants fit me perfectly. The yoga pants fit me perfectly in a 1x as well. For those of you who do not know, a size 22 is the equivalent of a 2x. A size 1x is about an 18/20. I am still wearing a 22-24 in tops. I also got a light spring jacket, which my Jen insisted that I had to have since my purple jacket and winter coat are way to big for me. The jacket is a little small, but it will fit me in a month.
As we were walking away from the plus section in Target, Jen said to me, “No offense, Colleen, but the clothes for plus sizes suck! You get the teeniest section with the worst looking clothes. Geeze even fat girls want to have cute clothes!”
I responded with, “Don’t I know it! Welcome to my world!”
She went on with to say that somebody should do something about that. I told her to let me know when she gets that fixed. And while you’re at it, please let the clothes makers know that not all fat girls are nine feet tall. Even the petites go down over my shoes much of the time.
My mom treated me to new pants and Jen did my hair. I think she did a great job on my hair. I was not in Pittsburgh for very long, but I sure had a great time! Please enjoy the before and after pictures of me and Sandy.
I love my new hair! It is a little Marlo Thomas-esque, but very cute. Sandy went from gray to platinum blonde. A true Targaryan if I ever saw one!