Target, here I come!

I think I'm going to spend this lunchtime doing some urgent clothes shopping.

I was possessed by an insane desire to wear a skirt this morning - and discovered that, of my six nice work skirts, four of them no longer fit. At all.
The fifth (bought several years after the others, so it's still okay) was in the laundry waiting to be washed.
I'm currently wearing the sixth, and having quite a bit of difficulty breathing...

It is, I'll admit, nice finally being one clothing size, rather than different sizes for pants, tops, skirts, dresses, and jackets.
But why oh why couldn't I have gone through this growth spurt a few years ago, when I was first buying work clothes?