Therapy of the Retail Kind
Yes so I needed some serious retail therapy and so I found myself driving up to Nordstrom's at Flatirons near Boulder. Why Flatirons you might ask when I live so close to the Cherry Creek Nordstrom's. Well, because the CC Nordstrom's kinda sucks. And there was a certain blouse I'd seen online that was only available at the Flatirons store. So off I went.
Turns out, the top I wanted to try on didn't look as great on as it did online. But I found 2 other tops I liked bunches.
But that's not the point of this story.
I happened to be checking out right next to the lingerie section and they had some really pretty bras on display. So I mentioned to the salesclerk who'd been absolutely fabulous helping me find my tops that I thought I might like to look at some bras if she thought they had any in my size. And she suggested perhaps I have a fitting if I'd never had one (which I had not). So she hooked me up with a wonderful little salesgirl, Jenn, who, once I got used to her seeing me topless/braless, was honest to god the best salesgirl ever.
Funny thing...I know I have been extraordinarily well endowed. Everything my mother and sisters should have gotten went straight to me. So when I bought 40DD's a few weeks ago, that seemed totally reasonable. And I told Jenn this.
Uh no.
Let's try 36DDDD/E.
I beg your pardon?
Me so likey the 36 number. Woo and a double Hoo!
But DDDD/E? WTF? Who knew you could even get them in that size???
So here I am with nearly $300 in new bras that actually fit, a new respect for knowledgable lingerie salesgirls, and a mind bogglingly huge rack that was even bigger than I'd suspected.
Objects in mirror are larger than they appear.
Turns out, the top I wanted to try on didn't look as great on as it did online. But I found 2 other tops I liked bunches.
But that's not the point of this story.
I happened to be checking out right next to the lingerie section and they had some really pretty bras on display. So I mentioned to the salesclerk who'd been absolutely fabulous helping me find my tops that I thought I might like to look at some bras if she thought they had any in my size. And she suggested perhaps I have a fitting if I'd never had one (which I had not). So she hooked me up with a wonderful little salesgirl, Jenn, who, once I got used to her seeing me topless/braless, was honest to god the best salesgirl ever.
Funny thing...I know I have been extraordinarily well endowed. Everything my mother and sisters should have gotten went straight to me. So when I bought 40DD's a few weeks ago, that seemed totally reasonable. And I told Jenn this.
Uh no.
Let's try 36DDDD/E.
I beg your pardon?
Me so likey the 36 number. Woo and a double Hoo!
But DDDD/E? WTF? Who knew you could even get them in that size???
So here I am with nearly $300 in new bras that actually fit, a new respect for knowledgable lingerie salesgirls, and a mind bogglingly huge rack that was even bigger than I'd suspected.
Objects in mirror are larger than they appear.