I’m off to the US to visit family next week.
As usual, I’m doing a wee bit of on-line shopping beforehand.
Not that we can’t shop here…. I just hate shopping.
I’ve always been a catalogue shopper.
And mon mari likes the sweatshirts from LL Bean – they’re heavier and warmer than we can get here, and they last forever.
Naturally, I can’t just buy things for him….
That wouldn’t be fair, now, would it.
As I’m meandering through the on-line catalogues I noticed that most offer reviews of the clothing.
As I found items I liked I read the reviews.
I started seeing a trend…. Everything ‘runs big, I had to go down a size’.
In one comment there was a reference to ‘vanity sizing’.
As long as I was wasting time (avoiding work) I decided to investigate.
The wealth of misinformation avaliable on the internet never ceases to amaze me.
I was most curious about when and where ‘size 0’ first appeared.
When I was in high school and college, I ate like a horse and weighed 90 pounds.
At 5’6″ that qualified me as skinny.
I was a size 6 – occcasionally a 4, which was the smallest available.
So…. What’s a size 0? Invisible?
One article said that Twiggy was the first ‘0’.
If she was the first ‘0’ why wasn’t that size availavle to the rest of the world for another 20 or 30 years?
I never could find a definitive answer…. I think it just kind of crept in when no one was looking.
What I gleaned from my minimal research is that vanity sizing is a ploy by the clothing industry to keep women shopping is they grow older and, um, plumper.
Some bright spark figured out that ‘if women feel good about themselves they’ll spend more money’.
And women feel good about themselves if they wear the same size that they wore in high school.
Even if that’s a contrived size.
I wore a size 6 when I was young and fit and weighed 90 pounds.
I still wear a size 6 and I’m no longer young, not nearly as fit and weigh 125 pounds.
Does that make me feel good about myself?
It doesn’t effect me at all.
Well, I think it’s kind of funny….
But a number really doesn’t matter to me.
My mother wears a size 7 shoe – because she’s always worn a size 7. If it doesn’t fit she doesn’t want it in another size. She wears a 7.
Apparently vanity sizing doesn’t apply to footwear.
The numbers matter to her.
I just want it to fit.
I will now correct myself…..
The number does matter to me.
I can’t shop on-line if I don’t know what size to order because someone is continually manipulating them.
Any bright sparks out there want to think about that one?
How about this…..
As much as I love chocolate, when the autumn winds blow I want apple crisp.
A few years ago I did a post on single serving Apple Crisp.
This one you can share.
Sorry about the photo – we couldn’t wait….
Warm from the oven is perfect, with or without some vanilla ice cream or yogurt.
4 large tart apples, Granny Smith are perfect but any cooking apple is good
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup flour
1/2 cup rolled oats (oat meal)
1 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp nutmeg
1/3 cup butter, plus a bit more for the pan
1 tbs orange juice
1 tbs lemon juice
Butter and 8 X 8″ (20 X 20cm) square baking dish.
Peel and slice apples and spread in baking dish. Sprinkle with orange and lemon juice.
Mix sugar, spices, flour and oats. Cut in butter, using a pastry cutter, 2 knives or forks, until it resembles small pebbles. Sprinkle over apples.
Bake 30 minutes at 375F (185C), until top is bubbly.
This makes 4 generous servings – but has more apple and less crumble than most apple crisps.