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In a perhaps stunning misunderstanding of how the idea of "yard sale" works, I pulled three different things that I had hung up on the racks, because oh, maybe I actually wanted to keep them. One I realized right away: yes, it's made from synthetic fibers, but finding chiffon poet and/or pirate blouses with the really good flowing ruffles is becoming nigh-impossible. So good for me, not forcing myself to go through the "Wait, I now want the thing again! Why oh why did I sell it?" cycle.

The other two are jackets I reclaimed relatively late into today's sale, because Thea and Rhias pretty much informed me that they are quintessential Jilli jackets (one pink & black-tinged burgundy striped velveteen blazer, one black with bat-wing tails and pink topstitching), and what the hell was I thinking letting them go?

"They don't fit me anymore!" I whined. "They'll never fit me again!"

:: cue glares from Thea and Rhias ::

:: I try both jackets on ::

" ... oh."

Both of them are a tiny bit snug, but they fit me. Once again, I have no actual damn idea what size I am or what fits me. This time it worked in my favor?