Shopping with Hagrid

> Well, we were able to set out rather early so we were in town exactly 12
> noon. (Time becomes very relative when you've got a toddler, but I guess you
> all knew that.) First shop was C&A, normally quite good for everyday stuff;
> they even established a deparment for big ladies. We actually got four pairs
> of jeans for him, easy shopping, just dig out the right size, he was wearing
> the predecessor of them so we knew they'd fit. But the suits just didn't
> fit. Too lare jacket, or jacket fits but pants too big and with some odd
> mistake in the pattern. And all jackets had only two buttons, which made the
> sides of the opening bulge in a most unflattering way over any but the
> best-trained tummies. The white shirt he tried on with them looked rather
> flimsy, so we left it where it was, too.
>
> Off we went to store No. 2, Peek&Cloppenburg, not that the name might mean
> anything to you here, but just for the sake of whatever... Here we were
> served by a nice middle-aged gentleman, definitely on the stylish side, not
> the conservative, who tried to convince DH that the tight fitted style was
> just the thing these days. Well, yes, but don't care for that, Sir.
> Fortunately, they had a building block system for suits, so we could get a
> jacket in which he can still say 'I do' and a pair of pants that will allow
> him to say it in his usual lovely male voice, not soprano. Nice dark blue,
> very fine quality, 100% wool. The legs have to be shortened, but they'll do
> it on the shop, pick-up on Friday.
>
> Then we hunted for a vest and plastron. His comment: I don't need that, I
> won't... Well, resistance was futile; I felt a bit like Bridezilla, but what
> the heck. Three shops: No. 1 didn't have anything like it at all, No. 2 had
> but I thought I could get something closer to the colour of my dress.
> Mistake; when we went to No. 3, a shop for large and tall guys, they had
> only brown and champagne-coloured ones. I knew that a return to shop No. 2
> would cause a revolution, so I went for the cahmpagne ones. Goes very well
> with the suit and will be OK with my dress, I hope. However, the vest looked
> somewhat odd, flaring out under the arms (didn't we talk about the
> large-people's-clothing problem, Kate?) and the middle button of 5 was
> slightly in the wrong place which caused another strange bulge. Made them
> pin the whole thing and it looked OK. Pick up on Friday, too. Got him a good
> quality shirt in white. Made him try on shirt, vest, plastron and jacket and
> if it hadn't been for the familiar worn jeans and shoes and the shaggy head
> I wouldn't have known him. Girls, I will have to practice constant vigilance
> while he's in that outfit, he'll look dead cute. No, not cute, like a sexy
> hunk, that's it. ;-) Mind you, I hsven't cut his hair or beard since early
> July, so he really looks a bit like Hagrid by now, but he'll get a good
> trimming before the big day.
>
> Well, that's it for now. Nite-nite!
>
> U.

> Ursula Schrader wrote:
>> Well, we were able to set out rather early so we were in town exactly 12
>> noon. (Time becomes very relative when you've got a toddler, but I
>> guess you
>> all knew that.) First shop was C&A, normally quite good for everyday
>> stuff;
>> they even established a deparment for big ladies. We actually got four
>> pairs
>> of jeans for him, easy shopping, just dig out the right size, he was
>> wearing
>> the predecessor of them so we knew they'd fit. But the suits just didn't
>> fit. Too lare jacket, or jacket fits but pants too big and with some odd
>> mistake in the pattern. And all jackets had only two buttons, which
>> made the
>> sides of the opening bulge in a most unflattering way over any but the
>> best-trained tummies. The white shirt he tried on with them looked rather
>> flimsy, so we left it where it was, too.
>> Off we went to store No. 2, Peek&Cloppenburg, not that the name might
>> mean
>> anything to you here, but just for the sake of whatever... Here we were
>> served by a nice middle-aged gentleman, definitely on the stylish
>> side, not
>> the conservative, who tried to convince DH that the tight fitted style
>> was
>> just the thing these days. Well, yes, but don't care for that, Sir.
>> Fortunately, they had a building block system for suits, so we could
>> get a
>> jacket in which he can still say 'I do' and a pair of pants that will
>> allow
>> him to say it in his usual lovely male voice, not soprano. Nice dark
>> blue,
>> very fine quality, 100% wool. The legs have to be shortened, but
>> they'll do
>> it on the shop, pick-up on Friday.
>> Then we hunted for a vest and plastron. His comment: I don't need that, I
>> won't... Well, resistance was futile; I felt a bit like Bridezilla,
>> but what
>> the heck. Three shops: No. 1 didn't have anything like it at all, No.
>> 2 had
>> but I thought I could get something closer to the colour of my dress.
>> Mistake; when we went to No. 3, a shop for large and tall guys, they had
>> only brown and champagne-coloured ones. I knew that a return to shop
>> No. 2
>> would cause a revolution, so I went for the cahmpagne ones. Goes very
>> well
>> with the suit and will be OK with my dress, I hope. However, the vest
>> looked
>> somewhat odd, flaring out under the arms (didn't we talk about the
>> large-people's-clothing problem, Kate?) and the middle button of 5 was
>> slightly in the wrong place which caused another strange bulge. Made them
>> pin the whole thing and it looked OK. Pick up on Friday, too. Got him
>> a good
>> quality shirt in white. Made him try on shirt, vest, plastron and
>> jacket and
>> if it hadn't been for the familiar worn jeans and shoes and the shaggy
>> head
>> I wouldn't have known him. Girls, I will have to practice constant
>> vigilance
>> while he's in that outfit, he'll look dead cute. No, not cute, like a
>> sexy
>> hunk, that's it. ;-) Mind you, I hsven't cut his hair or beard since
>> early
>> July, so he really looks a bit like Hagrid by now, but he'll get a good
>> trimming before the big day.
>> Well, that's it for now. Nite-nite!
>> U.
>
> Well done! Almost as painful as buying stuff for Himself and the GMNT
> (who now argue about which T shirt belongs to whom!).
>
>

> Shopping with husbands is like shopping with teenage kids. Every thing
> is a bother. I would rather h ave a root canal than shop with DH. He
> hates it, it's too expensive, I don't need it and on and on and on. You,
> ursula must have the patience of the saints.

> Juno B wrote:
>
>> Shopping with husbands is like shopping with teenage kids. Every thing
>> is a bother. I would rather h ave a root canal than shop with DH. He
>> hates it, it's too expensive, I don't need it and on and on and on. You,
>> ursula must have the patience of the saints.
>
> Beg to differ?