Last night Paul watched the boys, and I took Abigail out shopping. What kind of shopping? Clothing shopping. For me! Which is one of my most dreaded types of shopping. But at least I don't need a new bathing suit.
I went to all of the anchor stores and to a few of the smaller ones. The verdict: I am funny-shaped. I came home empty-handed, but at least I got to spend the evening with my daughter.
Does anyone else have the problem where nothing fits? I finally decided that I would look online and possibly order from someone who could make a garment according to my measurements. I'm a little nervous about this, though. In the meantime, I will stick with my blue jeans and Paul's old T-shirts.