Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Panic in the Dressing Room

I love skinny jeans and jeggings.  I love them so much that today, when I saw an especially cute pair of light grey jeggings, I just had to try them on!

Aren't they cute? 

Check out the bottom of the pant legs!

What I somehow failed to consider is my current, minor disability.  Jeggings are difficult to get on and off with two good hands, an injured hand makes it comical.   I did pretty well getting them on mostly one handed.  I quit using my left after pain shot up my arm.  Getting them off?  Oh my. 

Jeggings can only be removed by literally peeling them off, which is not comical....and it's also not an option for me to do in my current state.  I used my right hand, the edge of my splint, and my feet, to no avail.  I was trapped and I silently started panicking!  The dressing room started shrinking; I'm almost positive it literally lost some square footage.  I was tempted to give up my last ounce of pride and yell for my friend who was still shopping but attempted one last psychotic episode induced peeeeeeelllll and then I was free!

The worst part is that I didn't purchase them.  One would think after all that I would want a reward for the difficulty but now I just associate clautrophobia, pain and anguish with that particular pair of pants.  Once my arm is better I might reconsider :) 


  1. This explains that while I went in with four items, and you went in with just those jeans, I was out five minutes before you! You should have yelled for me. Although I would have been laughing too hard to help probably.

  2. That would have been either an extreme bonding experience or an awkward end to our friendship!