Went shopping for clothes last weekend in a boutique I sometimes go to. The way the sizing normally runs, I wear a one-x. However, for some reason the tops weren't fitting quite right so on a whim I tried one sized zero-x. Fit like a charm! I ended up buying a couple of tops in that size and going home with that little glow that only finding a twenty in last winter's coat or that you can wear a smaller size can bring.
Arrived home with a springy step, whistly toon, and got out my new goodies to show the hubbie. And caught a glance of the tag on one of the tops.
OX.
I hate it when my friggin clothes talk back.
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Hee! That made me laugh again, even though you already told me about it.
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