Tara ,'Empty Places'
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You know what I want?
I want them to shelve the frelling bras by SIZE, not by COLOR.
I do not care how many adorably perky little lavender demicups you have in a 32A. I want to see the full range of bras you have in my size. The options available to the less-endowed merely taunt me.
I was in a department store today, browsing the bras. They had a really nice selection, but in every single style they only had up to 32B or from DD to F. What in the hell happened to all the in-between sizes? Do we average Josephines not count anymore? And yeah, okay, I wasn't actually going to buy anything, but still. Annoying.
I want them to shelve the frelling bras by SIZE, not by COLOR.
I do not care how many adorably perky little lavender demicups you have in a 32A. I want to see the full range of bras you have in my size. The options available to the less-endowed merely taunt me.
Amen, Betsy. I'm sick of pawing through them just to end up disappointed, and my kids are sick of standing there while I do.
Hil, I just hit the jackpot with Bali, but it was only for a few years, 5 at tops. But my adjustments through pregnancy and everything were fine (I did go up, but it was predictable). Now, I have the worst time, but I know that's in part, because I can't take either wire or seams.
I want them to shelve the frelling bras by SIZE, not by COLOR.
That's why I make the lady do the running.
Actually, I've never had much problem within a style -- they don't have that much inventory, and most often the hangers have sizes on, which is a godsend.
The reason I need the lady is because I refuse to shop outside a brand I alread have tested. I can't do the translation handily, and the trial and error is too stressful. Fitting my breasts is definitely the most traumatic trying-on for me, and I find all trying on pretty horrible.
The reason I need the lady is because I refuse to shop outside a brand I alread have tested. I can't do the translation handily, and the trial and error is too stressful. Fitting my breasts is definitely the most traumatic trying-on for me, and I find all trying on pretty horrible.I'm sorry it is traumatic for you, but there's something (probably ugly in me, yes) comforting about knowing that someone with such a beautiful body is also unhappy with the process.
someone with such a beautiful body is also unhappy with the process
I know what you mean, I think, and I thank you for the compliment therein.
God, you should see me bikini top shopping -- it's even worse, because there's not going to be a shirt to hide behind.
I know, I need to get over it and throw my shoulders back instead of succumbing to the krav creep that brings them forward. They're my breasts, and they're not going anywhere without surgical intervention, and dammit, they're not BAD.
(Any takers on the cover letter thing? I just want another pair of eyes on this one before it goes out to make sure I didn't miss anything important, what with this being a one-of-a-kind really cool job and all.)
I do not care how many adorably perky little lavender demicups you have in a 32A. I want to see the full range of bras you have in my size. The options available to the less-endowed merely taunt me.
I was at Victoria's Secret recently, and while I'll never ever ever go there again because the insanely, aggressively helpful salespeople had me ready to cut someone, they did have one really cool thing. In the changing area, they have boxes set up by size with six different bra styles in them, all in black. So you can try on each of their different styles all at once without having to comb the store. At least then by the time you're ready to go and hunt through the lavendar 32As you only have to do it for the styles that you already know will fit.
Susan, send it my way. I'm procrastinating anyway.
Someone tell me it's ok to take a little break, even though I have about 10 more things I need to get done today. So far today I've:
Done dishes
Done laundry
Met with a hotel about the family reunion
Ran errands
Got gas
Went to the library
I'm exhausted. Unfortunately, I have two papers that need writing before 6pm tomorrow night. Plus a final to study for. Plus more dishes to do. Plus laundry to put away. Plus...ok...I'm gonna stop there. You get the point.
vw, take a break.
Susan, I can look at it.