It's so freakin' insanely cold, here in New York. When I took Basil out this morning (NOW he wants to go out!) it was 9 degrees with a windchill making it feel like -1. Not even close to balmy out there. Since I have some dog walking to do over the weekend and fear my regular two pair of pants, 16 shirts under a down jacket will NOT be enough, I decided to go buy long-johns.
I haven't worn long underwear since I was a kid (a 5' 4" kid, but still... a kid) and my mother had some that I would borrow out of desperation and... she was SO goddamned skinny they barely fit me which naturally created a life-long dread of the things because you know they could NEVER fit me since my emaciated, anorexic mother's were too small. yeah. Way to hold onto a thing, huh?
So I went out in the frigidness and got a super cheap set of top and bottom thermals- in the fat girl's worst nightmare color: WHITE! Because that was all they had left. Apparently other people have had the same idea as me, what with the freezing cold and all. Go figure.
Well. I decided I'd try them on and see just how horribly uncomfortable they would be - like they were back in the olden days. First of all - um... they fit. I mean they were actually kinda loose and I should have gotten a size smaller. That was shock number 1. Shock number 2 came when I braved looking at myself in the mirror.
I actually looked BETTER than I do in regular clothes! I mean... not to toot my own horn here but, I made these things look hot! Curves baby, curves.
I be needing some more of these things. I sense a new fashion trend.
You know, or not.