D is for Dishabille
Apr. 3rd, 2008 10:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
All you people who maintain the illusion that I'm some kind of a bad-ass would completely change your opinion of me if you ever spotted me while clothes shopping.
I am hard on clothes. I wear them until they are close to tatters. I have one(1) pair of jeans not mended with patches, and only because I need something decent to wear on casual days at work.
Part of the reason for this is that I hate hate hate clothes shopping with a deep and passionate vitriol. What I want to do is walk into a store, pick up what I need, pay for it and leave. I can do that with music, books, food and power tools. What I can't do it with is clothes.
Unfortunately I'm at the point where I really can't put off the task of going shopping for very much longer. I was down to my last two functional bras - except that on one of the them the underwire pokes a fresh hole in the fabric every time I wear it and starts creeping up and out the neck of my shirts. I've been patching the holes up but the fabric is now more spiderwebs of threads than anything else, and it's just not working any more. And on the other one I broke the underwire - snapped it in half - over two months ago.
So now I'm down to no functional bras. And last weekend I finally screwed up my courage to visit the store where I normally buy such items. Where I have been secure in the knowledge for many years that even though I might hate the process, I at least know their stock and approximately where everything is kept.
It's closed.
Shit.
OK, I can handle this. I'm a capable mature adult. I asked a few female friends were they go to buy underwear and since I just happened to find myself downtown yesterday after work, I made the last-minute decision to get this over with. I think the "last-minute" part is where the fatal error occurred.
I walked into the department store. I held my breath to hurry past the perfume aisles the way I always do, consulted the store map, and then took the escalator to the forth floor.
And found myself surrounded on all sides by women's unmentionables of every possible shape, size, fabric, colour and construction. Rows and shelves and racks of lace, cotton, polyester, boning, pleats, bows, straps, pink, red, black, white, blue, purple, striped, piped, patterned, reinforced, polka-dotted, strapless, topless, padded, belted, scooped, propped and ribboned.
I froze.
A salewoman made a vague meander in my direction and I bolted.
So I'm sitting here making this post while my underwire gradually creeps up my cleavage and tries to stab me in the neck. And I know I will have to go back to the store and try again.
I just need to psyche myself up for it first.
And maybe have a couple of belts.
And carry a power tool in my pocket. Just for comfort, of course.
I am hard on clothes. I wear them until they are close to tatters. I have one(1) pair of jeans not mended with patches, and only because I need something decent to wear on casual days at work.
Part of the reason for this is that I hate hate hate clothes shopping with a deep and passionate vitriol. What I want to do is walk into a store, pick up what I need, pay for it and leave. I can do that with music, books, food and power tools. What I can't do it with is clothes.
Unfortunately I'm at the point where I really can't put off the task of going shopping for very much longer. I was down to my last two functional bras - except that on one of the them the underwire pokes a fresh hole in the fabric every time I wear it and starts creeping up and out the neck of my shirts. I've been patching the holes up but the fabric is now more spiderwebs of threads than anything else, and it's just not working any more. And on the other one I broke the underwire - snapped it in half - over two months ago.
So now I'm down to no functional bras. And last weekend I finally screwed up my courage to visit the store where I normally buy such items. Where I have been secure in the knowledge for many years that even though I might hate the process, I at least know their stock and approximately where everything is kept.
It's closed.
Shit.
OK, I can handle this. I'm a capable mature adult. I asked a few female friends were they go to buy underwear and since I just happened to find myself downtown yesterday after work, I made the last-minute decision to get this over with. I think the "last-minute" part is where the fatal error occurred.
I walked into the department store. I held my breath to hurry past the perfume aisles the way I always do, consulted the store map, and then took the escalator to the forth floor.
And found myself surrounded on all sides by women's unmentionables of every possible shape, size, fabric, colour and construction. Rows and shelves and racks of lace, cotton, polyester, boning, pleats, bows, straps, pink, red, black, white, blue, purple, striped, piped, patterned, reinforced, polka-dotted, strapless, topless, padded, belted, scooped, propped and ribboned.
I froze.
A salewoman made a vague meander in my direction and I bolted.
So I'm sitting here making this post while my underwire gradually creeps up my cleavage and tries to stab me in the neck. And I know I will have to go back to the store and try again.
I just need to psyche myself up for it first.
And maybe have a couple of belts.
And carry a power tool in my pocket. Just for comfort, of course.
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Date: 2008-04-03 04:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-04-03 04:55 pm (UTC)I feel your pain. I avoid clothes shopping when at all possible. I HATE trying them on, looking at myself in the mirrors designed to look bigger than you are, etc. But the WORST is bra shopping. Nothing fills me with dread or makes me break out in hives so bad as bra shopping. I'm allergic to it, I think.
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Date: 2008-04-03 04:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-03 04:46 pm (UTC)I'm almost the opposite. I approach the lingerie department with a kind of fascinated horror. Gel bras, water bras, things padded out to here - I cannot resist squeezing and poking the things. Women wear these!!! Such feats of engineering! If I were a man, I'd feel so ripped off once I got a girl in a water bra home and undressed.
And the underwires... oh sweet mother of jeebus the underwires.
Underwires got better when I gained weight, actually, because they do come in a plus size. Just not a plain old extra large, so my bras were always bigger than the underwire and the thing always slid back and forth in its little channel. I wore sports bras for year so as to avoid that fucking wire.
I'm now completely devoted to a store brand from Zellers that has that little shelf thing - no pokey wires ever. Holds up the plus size bazoombas pretty well too.
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Date: 2008-04-03 05:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-04-03 04:50 pm (UTC)Though you are in Canada, so you might have to wait a few years....
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Date: 2008-04-03 11:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-04-03 04:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-04 01:21 am (UTC)those bitches don't know SHIT about a good bra.
*ahem*
sorry... my 2¢ turned into a loonie
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Date: 2008-04-03 04:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-03 05:03 pm (UTC)*bursts into hysterical fit of tears*
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Date: 2008-04-03 05:01 pm (UTC)Flipping it inside-out when I put it on has been working pretty well, but I forgot to do that today for some reason.
This is my roundabout way of saying that I feel your pain. I buy clothes (esp. bras) so infrequently that I'm sure I still have a couple of tensor bandage-style numbers from high school in my drawer.
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Date: 2008-04-03 06:04 pm (UTC)Lingerie Demystified
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Date: 2008-04-03 05:01 pm (UTC)One of the few ways in which I am a girl is that I love clothes shopping. But when it comes to bras - yikes! I don't care. I don't want to know. And the choice is bewildering at best.
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Date: 2008-04-03 05:17 pm (UTC)I buy my underwear from the US, and buy loads when there. I have yet to find any UK brands I like.
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Date: 2008-04-03 05:24 pm (UTC)Glue gun.
Just a dab.
Works wonders.
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Date: 2008-04-03 06:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-04-03 05:38 pm (UTC)I think the bras I have are mostly the "18 hour" somethingorother. Pretty decent. No underwires. But they're mostly pretty worn out. And grey. Why do they start out white and go so grey over time? Yuck.
I hate clothes shopping, too. Especially the trying-on part.
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Date: 2008-04-03 05:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-03 06:14 pm (UTC)Hanes online (http://www.onehanesplace.com, I think) is a good site. I've been very happy with the bras I bought from them.
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Date: 2008-04-03 06:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-04-03 06:40 pm (UTC)I'm presently pretty happy with Wacoal brand bras, though they are a bit pricy.
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Date: 2008-04-03 07:20 pm (UTC)You silly, silly person.
Offers a rather high powered 21 Volt screw driver...pocket sized
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Date: 2008-04-03 07:54 pm (UTC)oh I love you.
I feel EXACTLY the same way. I almost sucker punch the sales people for just looking in my general direction...
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Date: 2008-04-03 08:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-03 08:49 pm (UTC)Unfortunately, I still get stuck going to the store every decade or so when they discontinue the style. And yeah - I hate trying to find anything in the lingerie department; they seem to design them so you can't find anything except super-padded bras in bizarre sizes with pink lace. And they never have more than one or two in any given size or any given style.
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Date: 2008-04-03 09:52 pm (UTC)Then I'm regaled with tales of how your body changes pretty much every six months, and your bra fit might (probably) does the same. Even though I've lost a mere 6 pounds in the last year, I decided (for the sake of peace and tranquility with my friend) that I would try it her way. I went to *insert name of major department store with a HUGE lingerie department* and had a "fitting" with the resident expert. HOLY COW! What a difference. The expert reiterated everything my friend had said, and I gotta tell you, I think they're right. She had me try on a few bras I never would have selected, and it was a world of difference in both comfort and looks.
It was relatively hateful, but, in hindsight, I'm really happy I did it. I'm not being poked by anything, no shoulder strain (I'm a 36 DD...and no, no implanted bits), and the girls look all happy and perky.
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Date: 2008-04-03 10:21 pm (UTC)*snicker*
*giggle*
*giggle*
Of course, I love shopping... and love buying pretty bras and undies... especially now in my smaller form... but I can relate in that this is how I feel about shopping for power tools!
You need a girly friend to come with you and give you the moral support to weed through the sea of unmentionables... and when you find a bra that works, if your weight doesn't fluctuate too much, stock up on it so you don't have to go shopping for bras for a long long time.
Oh and don't trust the sales people - most of them know nothing useful and work on commission!!!
Or you could always buy them online...