One of the reasons that being a woman is more difficult and complicated than being a man: clothing sizes. Yesterday I wore one of my favorite outfits: a business-tailored steel-gray blouse with extended cuffs (size = Medium); loose, flowing tan linen pants (size = 14), and tan heeled sandals (size = 7.5). Today I am wearing a 3/4-sleeve Lauren blouse (black with white dots at the cuffs and under and inside the collar) (size = Large); white camisole (size Medium); "distressed" Levis (size = 5), and casual black Bass sandals (size = 8.5).
Back home, in my closet, at least one of my favorite shirts is a Small. Some are Medium, most are Large. A couple are Extra Large (e.g. my velvet shirt-jacket and my Banana Republic opaque silk tuxedo shirt).
My jeans range in size from 5 to 11.
My pants range in size from 7 to 14.
My skirts are 8-12.
My shoes are 7-9.
What the hell?! How is anyone supposed to know what size they are, much less dress "coherently," size-wise, with variance like this?
Also, it's been verified, to my horror, that OPI has a "stable" of about 40 actual colors for their polish, which they rename on a rotating basis. They will occasionally have temporarily-available colors, but the standards are SERIOUSLY, THE SAME COLOR. OVER AND OVER.
Sometimes I wish I was a guy.
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