There’s nothing like a visit to Loehmann’s communal fitting room to motivate you to work out!
That’s what I was thinking last night as I was trying on summer dresses, bras, and, bathing suits in Loehmann’s changing space — you can’t really call it a room. A room implies there are boundaries. And boundaries are in short supply.
At one point the friendly gal beside me reached over to straighten my twisted bra strap. That rattled me. But I laughed, “Gotta get a new sports bra ’cause after looking in the mirrors here, I gotta work out!”
“Oh, nothing new for me — I’ve had weight problems my whole life,” she told me. “I’m shopping for clothes for my new job. My first real job!”
“Congrats! Hey those are cute!” I pointed to her black pants.
That’s an unwritten rule in the communal fitting room — you can compliment an outfit, but you can’t criticize it. And apparently you can straighten one another’s bra straps.
Although I was embarrassed by every one seeing every part of me, one consolation is that I can see every one too. (Not that I looked. I’m just sayin’!)
I tried to keep my eyes and my body to my little space, trying on four out of the five dresses hanging on the hook. All a bit snug.
I hope it’s not bragging to tell you that on most of my visits to the fitting room, just about every single item looks great on me. But not so last night.
Although the red dress, the last one, worked.
In the cashier line I barely recognized my fitting room mate with her clothes on.
I said, “Hey, I’m getting the red dress!”
“Great!” She smiled, happy for me. There’ s nothing like the banter about purchases and camaraderie between women who’ve been naked together.
“Good luck with your new job!”
This morning I woke before the family and I ran for 18 minutes. I think I went a mile. Then I picked up bagels.