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Size surprise!

When I was in Adelaide visiting mum, she gave me a couple of skirts she had been given by a friend who had been shopping in Europe a few months ago... One was way too big and not my style at all... The other was nice and neat and fitted great over the hips and was only a tiny bit snug on the waistband (but still wearable)... Anyway, the one that fitted was a size 42 European...

So, anyway, I went in search of size comparisons today, to see what size that would be in Australia and found this site...

http://www.cairnsconnect.com/visitor/clothingsizes.asp

It says a 42 European is a 14 Australian!!! Well, I just didn't believe it, to be honest... So, I check my winter coat that I bought in Norway when I was 17, and it is also a size 42 and it also fits great (with room for a winter jumper under it as it should be)...

So, then I thought I'd measure myself and get actual Aussie measurements for sizes (as tricky as they may be)... So I'm 99cm around my waist, and 117cm around my hips... and lo and behold if that doesn't put me in the 14-16 range (oddly enough I'm a 14 for hips and a 16 for waist - it's all the upperbelly flab, rofl... Can anyone say muffintop... - always knew I wasn't an hourglass figure)....

http://shop.abc.net.au/help/helpclothessizes.shtm

I'm just like, OMG!!!

Then I went to the bottom of the ABC site and measured the boys, and while they both are average height, they're both should only be wearing size 2-3 clothing!!! Well, I know they're not fat, but I don't think they're that small either, just right, actually... Kids must be getting a lot bigger these days, huh?

Comments

Bin Mitch's Mum said…
That's way cool, and totally with you on the boy's sizes - something's really wrong out there with the sizes of kid's clothes...
Nic and Beren said…
Thats cool ! Oh yeah on the kids clothes, Beren can fit a size 1, 2 and 3 ????

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