There is no escaping the ladies plus size clothing catalogues.
Here's what came in the mail today:
|I can see her collarbones. She is not plus size. The end.|
These catalogues inundated my mailbox when I lived in Oregon.
And guess what?
They've found me.
All the way down here in California.
For months now.
They're sneaky like that.
No matter how many times I call these catalogue companies to ask that they remove my name from their mailing lists, they just keeping arriving in my mailbox. A few times a week.
And I kinda love it.
I love how I can flip through these catalogues and see those awful elastic waistbands on the lavender capri pants.
Or how they explain the "comfort fit" of their Mom Jeans.
The best part?
How I know that I will not have to shop out of those catalogues.