I'm too wide a Target!

I've never been a big fan of Target but we have a new one in our area and I thought I'd give it another try. I found that the purses were the same price as the ones at the mall and not as nice and the shoes had crazy high heels. But I liked the look of the store and those big, red concrete balls outside in the parking lot. I poked through the curtains and the groceries but didn't see myself buying fruit in a store that sold TVs.

Discouraged, but not defeated I thought about how many times I'd heard women say about their cute, trendy clothing, "Oh, I got this at Target." So off I went in search of something that made me look young and hip. What I found, I couldn't get a hip in. Everything was 'little.' Even the XXL's were tight around my arms. (You ladies that shop in WOMEN'S sizes know what I'm talking about.) And then I spotted it from afar. The Target WOMEN'S section. I ran down the aisle, skirting strollers holding trendy kids pushed by pencil thin mothers in crazy high heels, skinny jeans and more scarfs and jewelry than a gypsy convention. I skidded to a halt and took a look at the 6 racks of clothes, all sparsely populated.

One rack held nothing but black puffy vests, another had a few sad, looking pairs of jeans with big wide bands of gum around the waist, flopped over the rack, not even on a hanger. Then there was the odd assortment of items including a black lace vest that was so large, I wondered if it was a tablecloth. The section was wrapped up with a few mock turtlenecks in cream and red and some raincoats. It was a pitiful assortment of after thoughts and I wondered if they shouldn't put a scale outside beside the big red balls that read - SKINNY PEOPLE ONLY! Target really didn't hit the bull's eyes for me. Full Disclosure: I bought a great argyle v-neck sweater in the men's department. Fits perfect.