underwear shopping
oh, the things that the mother of the bride has to go through in the name of elegance & beauty.
Last night I had to buy my underwear for the wedding....... my outfit is gorgeous - a lace skirt with a sweet camisole top and darling jacket. So of course I needed a new bra & undies.
it is true to say (with my weight loss as well as the scar from my lump) that I am a little self conscious of showing all, to just anyone. So off I go to the underwear section to be 'fitted' by a trained fitter. Wandering around finding bras that 1. were the right colour 2. right size & 3. that I liked. With an armful of bras, I went into the changeroom and started trying them on.
What is it about those dressing rooms? I can't look THAT bad can I? and just where did those lumps, bumps and rolls come from? Honestly, you would think that the shops would put flattering mirrors and lighting in those rooms, to encourage women to stay and try more on. I couldn't get out fast enough... after trying on about 6 bras that all looked disgusting. Some I had bits hanging out the back, others I fell out of and one I looked like - ah well don't worry who, just not good. This all coming from a 12B - that is NOT huge.
Finally, I succummed and asked for help. I made a bee-line to a sales lady and asked if she could help me and she busy tidying up & said to ask some one else .... so I looked around and all I could see was some young, thin, tall thing & panicked. I turned around and said to *ms happy helper* that I would prefer someone older. As soon as it came out of my mouth, I realized that it was the wrong thing to say. She was so offended and said 'well, thanks very much'. So tears welled up in my eyes and I told her that I was very self conscious in front of young girls. Did I do wrong?
all I could keep doing was apologizing profusely......she gathered a few bras and after much trying & wriggling and all those other weird things us ladies do when trying bras on, I did eventually find a bra.....very pretty too, I must say
Last night I had to buy my underwear for the wedding....... my outfit is gorgeous - a lace skirt with a sweet camisole top and darling jacket. So of course I needed a new bra & undies.
it is true to say (with my weight loss as well as the scar from my lump) that I am a little self conscious of showing all, to just anyone. So off I go to the underwear section to be 'fitted' by a trained fitter. Wandering around finding bras that 1. were the right colour 2. right size & 3. that I liked. With an armful of bras, I went into the changeroom and started trying them on.
What is it about those dressing rooms? I can't look THAT bad can I? and just where did those lumps, bumps and rolls come from? Honestly, you would think that the shops would put flattering mirrors and lighting in those rooms, to encourage women to stay and try more on. I couldn't get out fast enough... after trying on about 6 bras that all looked disgusting. Some I had bits hanging out the back, others I fell out of and one I looked like - ah well don't worry who, just not good. This all coming from a 12B - that is NOT huge.
Finally, I succummed and asked for help. I made a bee-line to a sales lady and asked if she could help me and she busy tidying up & said to ask some one else .... so I looked around and all I could see was some young, thin, tall thing & panicked. I turned around and said to *ms happy helper* that I would prefer someone older. As soon as it came out of my mouth, I realized that it was the wrong thing to say. She was so offended and said 'well, thanks very much'. So tears welled up in my eyes and I told her that I was very self conscious in front of young girls. Did I do wrong?
all I could keep doing was apologizing profusely......she gathered a few bras and after much trying & wriggling and all those other weird things us ladies do when trying bras on, I did eventually find a bra.....very pretty too, I must say
posted by Miss Robyn | 6:34 am
11 Comments:
Oh dear...what an awful saleslady she was...imagine telling a customer she was busy and to ask someone else. Good grief, I would never go back there again. Ms Robyn, big hugs to you. Having lost weight myself I can understand your concerns.
Huh!! You apologised to her?! How dare she...ggrrrr ~ sorry, bad service is one of my pet peeves!
In the end I am sure most of us feel just like you said in those horrid change rooms ~ hence why I avoid them when I can! hahaha
I second Kali's thoughts on this one, don't you dare apologise for poor service. When things like that happen here I say loudly "gee, you can't complain about the service because there isn't any" and then I walk out. I'd be sure also to send a letter of complaint to this establishment.
well, I was more apologizing for what I said as the way it came out was that she was old :) and when I said I would prefer someone older she said to me 'oh gee thanks' that is when I went into panic mode, and apologized - then I said 'oh dont worry about it, I will go somewhere else' and then she said 'oh its ok, I wil do it' so I will definately go elsewhere in future - I am just tired of it all right now
Oh dear Robyn,
I feel for you here,I hate undie shopping,and trying on bras in those dressing rooms is so depressing. Here I think I look pretty good when I leave the house and when I get to these stores with that awful lighting,I always look so pale and old and tired!!
I agree with everyone here,the saleslady gave very poor service!!
You should have wrapped one of those ill-fitting garments round her neck.
My wish for you is that all memories associated with this big day be happy ones...starting now. No more grumpy butt sales people.
well the undies are plain boring skin colour ones and they are tummy flattening :) so that in the skirt you won't see an undie line.
The bra is gorgeous blue and yes, I will take a picture of it but not on ( I had a vision of SPT !! - not good )
Oh gosh, bra shopping is THE worst. On and off, on and off, on and off again only to leave the store with nothing!!
A big hug to you for enduring all that! xo.
It's great that you can look back on it and smile now... and you ended up with something you're happy with.
I've become really principled lately (read that as pig-headed) - if a salesperson is rude to me then I figure they don't want my money and there are plenty of other places that do. Then again, we all have bad days now and then, and I wonder what had happened that day to make the saleslady so miserable....?
I actually solved the bra and panty dilemma a long while ago and it is painless and relatively inexpensive. Gotta' love good old Wal Mart! I found a bra size, style and fit I liked. I stock up on it (I favor skin tone) and always have a "good" bra in reserve. I also do the same thing for underwear. I discovered the Hanes low rise multi-pack briefs and I keep several of those in the "for-special-days" lingerie drawer for those times when you just HAVE to have a new pair. I have been wearing these for several years now and have no complaints. They are pretty low cost which is even better! Unless my wieght fluctuates a lot, the same size fits all the time so I don't have to endure that horrid dressing room! I suppose tummy control fancy pants or whatever would demand more effort on my part, but for every day, Wal Mart is just fine. ;-)
You have hit a nerve here ms*robyn for probably thousands of we women, who loathe shopping for personal items. Totally depressing and quite the violation of personal privacy. I envy those who find the perfect fit. Everytime I trust a salesperson who tells me...'this is the favorite undergarment of women today'...I find it is miserable to wear. Thats probably why so many of us would dash home to switch into newer undies if we knew we had to go to the hospital. *smiles* hey, its the truth! You had a lousy experience with that young girl and she needs more experience and tact, to say the least. *hugs*
Post a Comment
<< Home