“This jacket fits weird. I am small chested and there is way too much room in the chest area but it is a little snug in the hip area. I am a size 8 and it’s going to be a tight fit when I am wearing this jacket and my ski pants. If you are a large chested woman with narrow hips, this jacket is made for you. “
This review — written about the Arc’teryx Sidewinder jacket I just bought — which fits me to a tee and I love love love way more than a human should love a thing made of Gore-Tex —
Tells you more than you might want to know about me —
Or perhaps it only confirms what you do know about me and my “weird” shape — and I’m not just talkin’ about my proportions —
But then again —
Maybe I am.
Because in a way the scale of anything you possess or present or think or do or dream ultimately determines whether you will —
Fit —
Or not.
But thankfully for all of us roaming this planet, too much of something in some crowds is not enough in other crowds and —
Magically —
Mysteriously —
Mystifyingly —
It’s oh so — ahhhh so perrrrrr-fect — o —
In just the right crowd.
Or setting. Or job. Or relationship.
Many a matched set has been made from apparent misfits. And I — for one — am especially grateful for this phenomenon.
Because when the misfit in me meets the misfit in you —
Chances are, we’re a whole lot more real than not —
And I know, without a doubt —
We’re kinder and more tolerant of each others’ spots and —
Square wheels.
