Something big happened this week. I met a goal! I’m a good one for setting goals, but never actually seeing them come to fruition. Open any one of my kitchen drawers, and a list of plans is likely to surface. Flip through one of the 50 spiral notebooks lying about the house, and you will find pages of handwritten good intentions. And don’t even start on the stacks of carefully-filled-out lesson planners that went basically untouched throughout our home school years.
And yet, this week, I met a goal.
Last year, due to hubby’s work, we happened to be in Germany for Oktoberfest. We heartily joined in the celebrations, hubby wearing his lederhosen and I in jeans and T-shirt. When we went shopping for authentic Bavarian clothing, I thought it might be difficult to find leather knee breeches to fit a 6’4” 285 pound man, but in Germany that’s not an uncommon size. However, trying to find a traditional dirndl dress in size 16 for myself was quite another story.
European clothing is sized differently, and I soon made the horrifying discovery that I would need a 46! Beautiful women of all ages were traipsing in and out of the dressing room, modeling their finds for their husbands and boyfriends. Twice, eyeballs popped out of the men’s heads and I had to roll them back under the dressing room door. I think every German woman must be born with a tiny waist and perfectly proportioned bust line. Their brightly-colored dirndls were short and flirty. The built-in corsets were pulled tight, and the special push-up bras gave them “enchanting decolletes” just like the package promised. And none of them were size 46.
When nearly everyone had left the area, I stepped into the only dress I could find in my size. It was long and matronly, with a brown background, white Ric Rac trim, red buttons, and a green plaid apron. I reminded myself of a gingerbread man.