I found my overalls, the very same overalls I was wearing the day I met my Hubby. Little did I know that he had a thing for girls in overalls. Hmmm. I kept them just in case I'm ever a size 8 again. A girl can dream, right? Only, I didn't wear mine with heels. I wore mine with these:
only mine were brown.
Needless to say, I ended up doing a lot of reminiscing in my closet. I found some maternity clothes and some of my "fat clothes". You have those too, right? You know, the cute clothes bought in a larger size because your other pants got a little too tight and you needed something cute to wear out of the house. Yeah. I saw them and remembered how ridiculous they looked on me when I lost the weight. So, I got the bright idea that I'd try them on to see how silly they looked now. Let me just say that this was NOT the smartest thing I've ever done. I mean, I know I've gained a little weight, but GOOD GRIEF! The fat clothes didn't look so ridiculous anymore. They almost fit. YIKES! That's so depressing!!! So, what did I do? I donated them. I've got to get rid of them so I have no fat clothes to fall back on. UGH!
Anyway, the garage sale was a total bust. Hubby and I roasted in the heat for seven hours before I finally gave up, admitted defeat and donated the