Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Bra Shopping

I went shopping yesterday.

I hate shopping.

I'm not a shopper. At all. Not for clothes, shoes, or groceries. It's a necessary evil in my mind. Not sure what kind of a woman that makes me. But yesterday, I went to Dillards and had a professional "bra fitting." Dear God in Heaven.

So with a tsk of her tongue, Miss Saleslady stuffs me into this bra that "fits perfectly," she says. I sigh and say, "Okay. I'll take it." I've never paid so much for a bra in my life. Since when did undergarments begin costing so much? $70.00 for a dang bra! And then she has the nerve to ask me if I want to buy more than one?

Ugh. No thanks.

When I get home, I decide to wear it around the house just to get the feel of it. I mean, I'm not used to that kind of support. I've been wearing Walmart bras for the past ten years. You know the kind I mean. Soft, white, just enough support that you're not jiggling all over the place, no underwire, the kind of bra you can throw in the washer and dryer and forget about. After all, it was ten bucks after the "rollback" price. Good enough for me.

So I've got on this 70.00 bra and I'm sweating. I feel like I'm in a straight jacket, or wrapped in a corset from 1890. After about twenty minutes the underwires are not only cutting into my side, they're hurting my underarms. The four clasp closure in the back is scratching my back and now I'm getting pissed off. How the heck did somebody talk me into paying $70.00 for something that feels so horrible. I don't give a rat's patutie how high and tight it holds the girls. I need a little comfort with my support. Not torture!

I rush downstairs, pull the Dillards bag and sales receipt out of the trash, and quickly take the bra off.

Ahhhhhh. (C'mon ladies, you know the feeling!)

This over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder is going back to Dillards after I head to Walmart for milk, eggs, cheese, and a new bra.

Blessings to you and yours.

3 comments:

Raani York said...

*chuckle* This is a GREAT blog post. I couldn't stop giggling. I sooooooo know exactly how it felt! Thank God I found that perfect place for my undergarments. *grin*
Thanks for sharing!!
I'll follow your blog now!

Ted Juhl said...

That was a bad service from that sales lady, Pamela. My wife knows this store where the sales ladies are very helpful and trustworthy. They know what to suggest to their customers. They would first ask for your preference, and then ask if they can get your measurements. They wouldn’t just hand you out something from their racks. They sincerely seek customer satisfaction for their brand.

Ted Juhl

Pamela King Cable said...

Well, Ted, I agree. It was a fluke. Maybe the Dillards saleslady was just having a bad day, but she did stuff me into a bra, assuming I would buy whatever she said buy. She pulled whatever she wanted from the rack and figured I would be happy with it. But again, I know it wasn't the store, and it wasn't the other salesladies ... it was just one saleslady in particular. It happens. And I'm assuming you've never worn a bra, so you have no idea how intimidating that can be. Right? :-)Anyway, I've been back to Dillards many times since. Great store. Great service.

So, Ted, I have a question for you. Out of all the blog posts on my blog, this one, about bras, moved you the most? Would love to hear from you again!

God bless!!