Go Ahead, Shake Your Head
A part of me still isn't 100% comfortable that I went through with this. Another part of me cringes that I'm willing to tell people about it, but the way I see it, this is still making me laugh days later, which must mean that it'll probably make someone else laugh, and hey, who doesn't need a good laugh?
To begin, do not flip out. I am not pregnant. If I were, I assure you that I'd be writing this in caps and that the entirety of the post would be nothing less than the most eloquent of prose, perhaps something along the lines of, "OH, SHIT."
But this is not my current predicament and so all is well. All I did was buy a shirt from a maternity line. For myself. Who is neither pregnant nor planning on being pregnant any time in the near future.
I didn't realize that I had picked up a maternity shirt until I was leaving the fitting room. When I slowly handed the shirt to the sweet girl managing the room, she asked if she could get me another size. I explained that it fit fine and actually, it was exactly what I was looking for, but I wasn't sure about it because the shirt was from the maternity line. She looked at my stomach. "Maybe you should come back when you start showing." Therein was my hesitation, because I, uh, wasn't pregnant and wasn't trying to get pregnant either, I explained. She laughed and I bit my lip, wondering if I could live with myself knowing that I was wearing a shirt designed to accommodate a belly the size of a large watermelon.
She held up the shirt and looked closely, asking why I thought it was maternity wear, because it didn't look like it. I showed her the label sewn into the back. Surprised, she giggled. It's exactly what I had gone through just moments earlier when I saw the label after trying on the shirt. She insisted that with the cut of the shirt, she couldn't tell, that this was a shirt she herself would wear. And so with that, I headed to the register. Gap, if this was all a ploy to make a sale, it worked.
So there you have it. I now own Gap maternity wear. Truth be told, after wearing said shirt, I wish I had gotten a second one. Or maybe that would have been pushing it a bit too far. Ha. I probably should keep this sort of thing to myself, but really, I hope you see this as an inside glimpse of the real me, of how I live boldly outside the box.

Oh I'm so glad that it isn't just me who does things like this!! The number of times I've picked up maternity clothes only to panic and put them back very quickly when I've realised. Maybe I should take a leaf out of your book though, and just buy it if it looks good?! There's a New Years resolution right there!
ReplyDeleteAlice | The Cup and Saucer xx
Panic. Yes, that's the word I was looking for. I felt like a deer staring at headlights when I saw that tag! Dazed and confused and trapped. Lol.
DeleteNow I'm curious what the shirt looks like. I did that once at a Gap Outlet. I knew it, I bought it and I cut the tag out. Sad but true.
ReplyDeleteOoh, cutting the tag out! Good one. The shirt is cut long, falling below my waist and is loose throughout the torso. It's a cotton modal blend which makes it wonderfully soft. It looks like it's a part of their Pure Body line. Perfectly plain and super comfy.
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