I went to exchange my capris today, and sheepishly told them that I'd like to try on a pair before I exchanged them.
I went and tried on the next size smaller.
Yeah, too big.
So I got the next size smaller yet.
A bit loose, but I like my clothes loose. If I were the form-fitting type, I probably could have gone one more size smaller.
So I went to pay, and they asked what size I'd ended up with. I told them, and they asked where I'd gotten measured -- at their Reseda store (which I didn't know existed) or at the Northridge store (which I hadn't known existed until I asked google for a closer place than Burbank to exchange them in the first place).
"I measured myself," I said.
"Oooh," the saleslady (who was...petite, shall we say, and not someone you generally see working at a plus-size clothing store -- which, of course, made discussing my larger size fun). "See, when we measure people in the store, we tell them to buy two sizes smaller than what the measurements say."
** spoowriter raises hand **
If you consistently tell people to buy two sizes smaller...why not change your sizing chart? Just sayin'. I mean, what if I'd ordered them online?
Still -- very comfy, now that they fit. They also look like capris, instead of just-a-bit-too-short pants, now that they fit.
ETA: D'oh. Apparently, I also fail at not-losing-Matilda. So much for making homework tonight. However, the kids are absolutely loving the book.