Empty Handed.

I know that I go on and on about how happy I am to be a fatty, and I am. I truly am. But there is this thing. This down side that I absolutely cannot ignore. As I scour the racks, the websites, the catalogs, and peruse the magazines I am tortured by the fact that 99.9% of these fun frocks are not manufactured past a certain size.
Even in my blessed thrift stores, where I have made some amazing finds after digging and digging and digging and digging and digging...(sorry, stuck on a loop ala Pee Wee Herman) I have days where I leave empty handed. It is only on days like these that I wish I was a smaller person.