If you're going to try on clothes alone....

YOU'VE GOTTA know the "Zipper Dance"!

I love to shop! But unlike my blogging friend, Linda, I only have BOYS. And my boys, while they like to shop when Mom's buying them stuff, are power shoppers. You know, in and out. No lingering. No wandering in and out of dressing rooms, and dreaming of what you "might buy". Nope. It's simply not the same as shopping with the female set.

I also fessed up here not long ago just how much I love shopping at our local thrift stores. We often have very high end clothing for a fraction of the original cost in there. For example, I got this cute little green jacket at Goodwill only hours before we left for Alaska. I wanted one more "jacket option" and found it for $6!!

This Sunday I leave for another 7-day cruise. This time, I'm going to the Carribean with my Mom, Brother, Cousin Lynn, Friend Debra, and several teachers from Lynn's school. While I have clothes for this sort of cruising, I thought I'd just take a peek at our Goodwill yesterday and see if they had anything cute and new.

And they did!

They had a darling little pair of crop pants in a tropical motif from Talbots in my size!! And when they look brand new, I really feel like it's a steal. So I went into the dressing room to try them on. They zipped on the side.

The zipper went right up and the pants looked so cute. After posing a couple different ways in the mirror, I went to take them off and that zipper started down it's track and stopped just an inch or so from the top. I said they fit. They were NOT in any way baggy. Nope. That zipper would have to go down further to get them off my body.

I twisted. I turned. I tugged. Then I started jumping a bit to try and get it to go back up. Nothing. It wasn't going UP or DOWN. I stuck my head out the door in hopes that I'd catch a nice little lady to help me. But there were none near and I simply couldn't allow myself to holler across the store. I tried again, to no avail.

I remembered that Sandy was out and about and looked for my cell phone. It was in my car.
I wondered for a moment if I called home (which is not too far away) and asked my DH or my DSs to come...would they? Perhaps, but I'd rather call another female. Because I'm pretty sure they'd "get it".

I leaned against the wall and thought, "I'll just break the zipper and pay for them." Remember though, these are well-made pants. They were not going to just rip! I tugged and tried the zipper dance again.

Suddenly, I could feel that familiar twinge of anxiety creeping up on me. I leaned against the wall and I prayed. No, Lord, I don't want to panic and melt down right here! Especially over a zipper!!

And suddenly, as if the zipper angels themselves had entered that room, I took "one last tug" and the zipper came down easily!

I rehung those pants right back on the rack, made a mental note to never try on clothes without a cell phone again, and left the store. I called Sandy and she assured me that if I'd called, she'd have come to my rescue.

So, dear friends, don't forget to hone your zipper dance before you go trying on anything. Cause you never know when you just might need it!!