So I am out shopping the other day for some new clothes since most of what I own is just to damn big and I’m tired of pulling my pants up every 2 minutes and walking around in giant shirts, but I didn’t want to spend money cuz I’m just going to have to go shopping again next month, but what’s a girl to do? I went into a womans clothing store called Chico’s. I love personal attention, even if it comes at a price and when you go into a small private store the sales associates are all over you! So this nice woman jumps approaches me as I enter and asks me if I know how their sizes work? Right away I’m thinking, “Oh this is a store for little tiny women and she is trying to warn me that nothing will fit.” So I say, “Oh, is this store just for really skinny women?” She cocks her head to side and obviously has no idea what I’m talking about and says, “No, no it’s just that our sizing is different, see size 1 fits 6 to 10, size 2 fits 10 to 14, size 3 fits 16 to 18.”, or something like that I could not memorize it in the 2 seconds it took her to ramble it off and I wondered how the hell that works, one pair of pants fits 3 different sizes? But I didn’t say anything because I was on a mission. Then I remembered how Lane Bryant did it first, so that you can wear an 18 , but the tag inside your jeans says 3. A nice way to camouflage your true size. Nifty. Whatever. So I have her find my size and I begin trying on pants and tops. And it feels kind of personal because each time I try something on she asks to see it and I show her and of course she thinks everything looks marvelous and wants me to buy the whole inventory. At one point she looks at me and she says, “You need new bras!” I said, “What?, Really?” Because what she didn’t know was that I had just bought new bras and I was wearing one of them and now I was pissed off, so I told her so. I also told her how I am on an endless quest to find the perfect bra and she said, “Go to Victoria’s Secret!” I didn’t think I was in that “realm” and told her so. But she insisted that I go there and that the girls would be helpful and find my size and fit me for the perfect miracle bra and it was all true! I’m kind of kicking myself for not having gone there before because it would have saved me hours of worrying about my bust fitness, full frontal, side and rear views combined. I’ll tell you nothing feels better than a good bra looks! So at the risk of sounding vain, I am now “rack” confident! And I would say to all the ladies, “Try it you might like it and while you are there get yourself some “Beauty Rush Lip Gloss”!
I happen to be addicted to buying lip gloss and this one tops them all, because not only does it come in great colors it smells good and tastes like the scent. I may seem like I’ve just walked onto the planet, but I really didn’t know this stuff.
And speaking of bras, while I was searching for images to insert into this post I came across and article entitled, “The Intelligent Bra That Takes the Jiggle Out of Jogging“, seems like they have scientifically developed a bra that will personally measure how much your own boobs jiggle when you walk, run or jog. Here’s a peek at what they discovered:
I suppose they can turn just about anything into a science these days and I’m not sure if the sensor bra is available in a store near you and I don’t run at six miles an hour, but if I did I think I might like try it and see if it actually makes a difference!