So after feeling sorry for myself about having no friends, I called up my good friend Kerry who lives a few towns over and we met for lunch this weekend. She has a daughter that is Hannah's age and they are great friends too. We met at this outside mall, did some shopping and then had lunch. And can I just say...she is one hip chick that Kerry. It was pouring rain and she and her daughter were decked out in THE cutest raingear..hats, boots, jackets...man I want to be like her. She could totally be a personal shopper. I could use one right about now actually. I think I dress ok when I'm at my normal weight...it's this transitional phase I'm in that's killing me. Boy have I made some bad purchases recently. One day I was so fed up with having absolutely nothing to wear I took myself to the Gap. I spent most of my time there in the dressing room...half dressed, nursing the baby, crying. Pathetic. The girl kept knocking on the door saying.."Ma'am...are you ok?"...First of all..please don't call me ma'am. Please. I know it's polite...but just don't. Call me Pam..it's close enough to ma'am. Anyway, I left there with a bunch of crap I don't intend to wear and doesn't even fit.
I just need a uniform. Something I can blindly put on in the morning without having to think about it. Something that is comfortable, stylish, not too expensive and maybe I can get it in a few different colors..you know, to mix it up a bit. Maybe I'll even get a nametag.