Just Call Me Triangle

I ordered the cutest long cardigans from Chico’s.

Did I tell y’all I am a triangle shape?

Yeah.  I took this little internet “What Shape Are You” test to be able to be matched with their best fashions on the internet, and turned out to be a Triangle.  That's funny. I thought I was an hourglass. Not the 36-24-36 hourglass, but an hourglass on a lot bigger dimensional scale.

But, I digress.

Triangle.  And not the large shoulders, narrow hips version of the inverted triangle.

Think regular triangle here, people.  I mean, what the HECK?

This type of triangle.

That means I have a little head and a big butt.

Anyway, back to the original idea of this post.

The Long Cardigans.

From Chicos.

I got them in.  Tried them on.

And found there is a rectangle in my triangle.

Or, that’s what it looks like, when I put these on.

Of course, it doesn’t help that these cardigans are super thin.  And they have horizontal stripes.

That cut right across the rectangle that is my butt at the bottom of the triangle.

Yeah.

That would be me.  

Enter profanity right here.