After the training weight-loss, I knew I was no longer an American size 7 in pants, but I wasn't really sure what size I was. We were in Auckland in August and I bought a pair of jeans. They were Kiwi size 7. A quick internet search led me to believe that this is American size 5. However, I was gifted several pairs of shorts from Target for Christmas in American size 5 and most of them are too large. I am most likely an American size 4 now.
Where am I going with all this, you might be asking? Don't worry, I am getting there, it is just the scenic route.
Thursday we were told there was no school on Friday for a sports day. We had track and field events all day on Friday. I was one of the official timers. I stood by the finish line with a stop watch. It was very exciting. Aside from all the students who kept collapsing from heat stroke meets dehydration, it was a fun day. In the future, I am going to recommend that instead of having students bring cups of water out to the teachers who are just standing around doing nothing, instead we have large containers of water at the finish line for all the students that just ran around the track in the hot sun with no water or food in their systems and are now lying limp on the ground or flopping around limply as they are "helped" (dragged) to the shade. Just a thought.
Anywho. Cale and I left right after the high jump. Apparently, after the high jump some sort of announcement was made about the Independence Day celebrations on Monday. I don't know what was said. I wasn't there.
Later, Cale and I were in town when a teacher at my school flagged me down from her car. There is a uniform for Independence Day, she has the fabric. The school is paying for the fabric since the uniform was announced on such short notice. I can sew my own puletasi for Monday, but she is sewing all the puletasi for the ladies anyway, so she will just do mine for me. She will come by my house tonight to measure me.
She didn't come by.
Saturday she calls to say that she has daughters and she can tell what size I am just by looking and that she will bring the puletasi by later today. So Saturday evening she and the school secretary come by and ask my to try on the puletasi.
The wrap around skirt wraps around me twice. The top falls off my shoulders and exposes my back all the way to below my sports bra. It is generally agreed that this puletasi might be a little too big for me.
Remember earlier when I mentioned the sizes I wear? Well listen closely now.
The school secretary says, "Oh, that is the problem. She is not a 14, she is a 12."
A 12! A size 12!
I ask, "In Kiwi sizes?"
"Um...I wear a size 7 in Kiwi pants."
I get a look like I had just spoken in Greek. I am not sure if size 7 exists here. At least not for grown women.
Anyway, they leave with the too large puletasi and one of my existing puletasi that fits me and promise to come back on Sunday.
Before they leave I am told I owe $50 to the seamstress for sewing the puletasi and I have to pay it now. I explain we have no money in the house and scrounge up $20 in two tala bills as a "down payment."