I went shopping with my sister-in-law this past weekend. We were just messing around before we went out for her birthday dinner, so she suggested we stop in to Cato and see what they had that might interest us.
I found a black shirt I really liked for only $6.99, but it was a Large. I've lost over 30 pounds at this point, so Larges aren't really in my range anymore. Still, she convinced me to try it on and ultimately convinced me to buy it, saying it didn't look "bad", even though I thought it looked entirely too big.
I get home, get ready to put it on and it's even bigger than I remembered.
I have two choices at this point- donate it, or try something a little risky.
I went with risky.
Tim is the King of shrinking clothing. I can not tell you how many shirts I've lost to his washing "skills" over the years- far too many, believe me. I was trying to tap those powers of evil for a greater purpose this time.
I tossed the shirt to him and asked him to shrink it for me. He looked completely confused, obviously trying to figure out if it was a trick.
"What if I shrink it too much?"
"Doesn't matter, I can't wear it now anyway, just go for it."
"Ok, well that won't be hard. You can't get mad at me."
So away I went to work and away he went to do the oh-so-possible...shrink my new shirt.
With trepidation, I tried the shirt on today. I could tell it had shrunk right around an inch in length (it's black with a lacy front on it over an attached black shirt). I put it on, he waits, breath held-
Tim did the perfect job in his attempt at "controlled shrinkage". It fits beautifully (well, it still could have gone down a little more and that would have been fine). I wish you could have seen his face- he beamed and then began telling me his "method" for shrinking the shirt.
Whatever, I'm just happy it fits!
Note to self: Don't believe the sister in law when she says things look fine. She is lying.