My name is Erinn, and I’m a fashion whore.

I’m 40 now. I really should just settle into elastic-waist pants and tapestry vests and let it go. Yet I find myself searching for tops in the juniors department. Buying a pair of yellow shorts because they were $3. (In my defense, they now get worn up to 6 times a year, for swim meets — our colors are black and yellow, and I like to be festive.) Buying a pair of hot pink leather shorts with gold buttons and lime green pockets for $10, just to see the look on my friends’ faces. (These I have only worn twice, but they were worth every penny.) Buying items that don’t quite fit (big or small) becuase I absolutely love them and am convinced they will work out somehow.

But today I entered new territory (or at least a place I have seen in a looong time): buying something because it fits and its a size (or 2) smaller then you normally wear. In this case it was a pair of denim shorts (so I might actually wear them a few times!). No matter that when I pulled them off the rack, I thought, “The size must be wrong — these things are HUGE.” No matter that the other shorts I tried on (different brand) that were a size bigger were VERY snug. No matter that the last time I wore this size — 15 years ago — I was 10 pounds lighter, falling in line with the whole idea that sizes are bigger now.

What matters is, they fit! Yeah baby! Now go get me a Justin Bieber tshirt and peace sign hoodie, stat!