So my beloved Trinny and Susannah have been telling me
for years that I need a better bra. And then the Oprah thing on
The Right Bra was all over the place. My bosom has been headed
South at a steady pace for a number of years. I suspect that nursing my
children into adulthood has something to do with it. Whatever the
cause, I've been feeling dumpy having to haul these things
around. I'd heard that in general women need to go up a cup size
and down a band size, so I went in search of 34 DD to fit my 34 extra
long boobs (oh yes, I'm totally a Vicky Secret model. Tyra hates
me).
I really want a fitting at an old fashioned lingerie store
staffed by stout immigrant women with mustaches and tape measures, but
we don't have one nearby. I had to settle for a dept.
store. Could bra shopping be any less pleasant? The racks
are overstuffed and crammed close together. They're loosely arranged
according to brand, all styles and sizes jumbled up. Because most
people buy their band sizes too large, the bigger numbers are way
over-represented. When I finally tracked down a saleswoman (after
trying on and discarding about 8 bras)--who was petite and American,
and therefore largely useless--she told me that only two brands made
the size I sought. And she looked at me like I was doing a very
dirty thing, by seeking a bra. And very sexy things they are,
too, in that DD cup size. I know it SOUNDS all hot,but the
reality is, the bras look like they were made for prison matrons.
The whole experience raised many annoyed questions.
1--as mentioned above, why the lack of any organization?
Shouldn't the goal be to SELL bras? Wouldn't, therefore, it make
sense to make it easy to FIND the fargin' things? Just an idea.
2--Why is the sales help always so damned unpleasant in this dept, when
they can be found at all? There should be a cheerful skivvy-savvy
woman haunting the fitting room, stopping customers from trying to
re-hang the bras and thus destroying the careful organization.
She should be able to look at you and tell you your size. She
should be well paid.
3--Why make bras out of such stiff, nasty fabric? I'm sure I"m
not a princess, but I have delicate boob tissue--and mine have had kids
with mouths full of teeth chewing on them. Let's not cram the
things so full of sizing that they stand on their own. Let's not
line the cups with the itchiest seam tape we can find.
4--what the hell is wrong with me? I found myself pawing through
bras, rehearsing a conversation with the sales woman in my head.
If she should appear, I would dazzle her with my knowledge about proper
bra fitting and she would know that I was a Good Customer. A
Customer who Researches. I do this with everything. I get a
hermit crab and I have to be Ariel the Mermaid, meeting his every
hermit crab need as closely to his homeland as I can. I'm piping in
steel drum music for them, ferchrissakes. And lest you think this
is just what happens when women with advanced degrees and too much
book-learnin' stay home, I've ALWAYS been like this. Total
teacher-pleaser. If I call Lands End to place an order, they have
to know that I Know Things About Fleece. And if I don't have a
way to show how very well prepared I am, I go into a panic and try not
to complete that task. Like ordering from a restaurant I don't
know. God I'm a loser.
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5 comments:
Where did you go? Not Nordstrom, I think. I had a great experience there in Dec. even though they only had 2 in my size in the whole humongous bra department. Once you get too high in the alphabet, it's on-line all the way. I feel so much better in my bra that fits well--the gals are back where they belong!
Honestly, I don't know how you walk around with those things.
I wish I was only a 34 DD!!
You think your size is matronly and uncomfortable??
No Nordstrom here, I'm afraid. I had to go to the Bon Ton, which is JUST as classy as it sounds. Smells like your grandma.
Back in 1993, the year I got married, I did go to a eastern european prison matron lingerie shop in downtown DC to get a fancy strapless bra to go under my wedding dress. She poked and prodded and manhandled the gals like you'd expect. I think that area of DC has now been transformed completely, the place was by Chinatown where I guess the new arena and things are--all developments that happened after we left in 1995.
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