Monday, May 29, 2017

The Peeves I Keep As Pets

I'm not sure which I hate more: cooking or shopping for clothing.

I'm a disaster in the kitchen, always have been. Anything I attempt is overcooked, undercooked, or nuked. I can use a microwave or crock pot with passable results, but that's the extent of my culinary skills. This past week has been a new low for me. I didn't set the kitchen on fire, no, but it was still pretty bad. 


First, I attempted to make pasta. Collin loves it, so I make it for him in spite of my aversion to cooking. In the past, I've ruined or nearly ruined the pots I used. This time, I missed the pot entirely. Twelve ounces of a twenty-four ounce box of macaroni ended up in the kitchen floor. I'm still finding elbows here and there--I even found a few of them as far away as the living room.

One morning, I attempted something simple: a bowl of cereal. Most of it ended up on the counter. Who can't fill a bowl with cereal?

I put a cup of mac and cheese in the microwave. As I was removing it, it burned my hand. I dropped it, and the sauce somehow ended up inside my oven door--as in between two glass panels. Still haven't figured out how to get it out.

 
Shopping for clothing, by contrast, used to be easy. If you knew your sizes, you could buy whatever you needed anywhere, no problem. I've never been fond of taking several items into a dressing room, trying each one on, checking them out in the mirror. I like to cruise through the racks, find things I like in my sizes, buy them and take them home. I'm no clotheshorse. I live in jeans, T-shirts and shorts. 

But in recent years, that hasn't been so easy. It's no secret that high-end designers size their clothing in a way that caters to a clientele that wants to believe they're smaller than they really are. Now, however, the size you wear depends on the manufacturer, even for inexpensive clothing.

It's frustrating.

A few years ago, I bought a pair of shorts in a size I'd worn for years. They were baggy. That was just the start. I've purchased several items I couldn't wear. Since I also hate standing in exchange lines, I donate the stuff I can't wear.

My poor eyesight makes matters worse. A couple of months ago, I bought two pair of lightweight pants for warm weather. One pair was a good fit. The other pair was so baggy, I had to tighten the drawstring to keep them up.

They were a 4X.

I like T-shirts to be slightly loose and the sleeves comfortable, so I buy them in the men's department. It's worked out pretty well so far. Until we ordered shirts from the WWE Shop online. I now have two 4X shirts.


Oh, well. They're so baggy, they make comfy sleep shirts!


10 comments:

  1. Yikes on you in a kitchen!

    I've noticed difference in sizes from different manufacturers. And that doesn't even take into account the difference between regular and preshrunk materials.

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    1. So it's not just in the US!

      I'm a disaster in the kitchen. Dad used to say I never learned to cook because someone might expect me to actually do it!

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  2. I understand your pain !
    I just ordered something from a new place in the correct size and not sure who they would fit ! I should have fitted.
    As for the kitchen, Oh My Goodness, for me the diet frozen dinners are OK breakfast, lunch and dinner.
    Watch it Norma.... I want you around as you you are, not the new Bey in one of Williams stories !
    cheers, parsnip and thehamish

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    1. I love microwave food...but Collin has considered going back to working outside the home just so we'd have a larger selection of takeout for dinner.

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  3. Oh my! You really did have a bad week in the kitchen Norma, don't stress, it happens ☺ I really enjoy cooking and love having people over for dinner but ask me to boil an egg and I burn them EvERY time, go figure 😀

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    1. I've turned eggs into weapons of mass destruction, Grace!

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  4. P.s. I also hate trying on clothes but prefer to do that rather than have to take them back 😊

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    1. Doing it in summer isn't too bad, but getting out of all those layers in winter--no way!

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  5. Oh my gosh, girl. What a kitchen nightmare for you. Ack. Not fun for sure. Clothes are weird. It's odd to me how sizes vary from store to store.

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    1. Weird is the word, Ivy!

      I was once on a first-name basis with the guys at our fire department....

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