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Too Many Shoes?

I’m trying to simplify my life, but I have an event to go to this weekend, and I found the prefect dress for it. The only problem is that it’s navy blue and white.

“Why is that a problem?” you ask (of course if you’re a woman you already know). Yep. Shoes.

shopping-1.jpgWhat shoes to wear? I don’t have any navy blue or white shoes. I don’t even have a neutral shoe. Black. Black. And black. Oh, and some magenta ones I should really get rid of, because they hurt.

I wear a wide width (yeah, I know, no surprise) so shoe shopping is about as much fun as any other type of clothing shopping, which is to say not very fun at all. In fact, the dress came to me in the mail, hand-picked by my Dia & Co stylist. Now that, I like.

Anyway, cute dress, no shoes. That sums up my outfit, except that I need to wear shoes. In fact I need shoes (and outfits) for several events this weekend:shopping.jpg

  1. Religious service followed by semi-casual dinner
  2. More formal religious service followed by luncheon
  3. Dinner and PARTAY!!!
  4. Casual brunch

So you see, going barefoot just wouldn’t work. I needed shoes.

I finally sucked it up and went shoe shopping. Oh, that is NOT fun. Not for me anyway. I went to five stores and came up with three pairs of shoes. Why three? 165449_6_1400x1400.jpgWell, one of them had a BOGO deal going on, and I was having trouble deciding, so for ten dollars more I splurged. Now I own two pairs of brown sandals (either pair will work, trust me) and a pair of light blue flats (which will also work, I swear). Now to try on the dress with all three and figure out which ones will get the spotlight. Then I’ll build some outfits around the others, because really, those shoes deserve to be worn.


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Bra Update

So a word to the wise, when you buy a bra spend a little time getting to know it. Walk around in it. Pick things up in it. Sit down in it. See how you like it.

Maybe, just maybe, it feels pretty good for the first thirty or so minutes, but after that, not so good. Maybe, just maybe, you should keep the tags ON your new purchase and plan to spend a weekend morning in said device before fully committing.

I’m just saying, three minutes in the fitting room is probably not enough time to make a decision that can affect your well being as much as wearing a bra that hurts. There, I said it, it hurts!

Why? Because I sat down. Yes, my crime was sitting. I’m fat, dammit, and when fat people sit stuff gets all squished around and in my case that means that the underwire got forced into my ribs. Ow, ow, ow.

So yes, the bra makes the boobs look pretty darn good for 50, but it’s going to hang out in my closet most of the time. Special occasions, though, look out. Who needs all those ribs, anyway?


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So THAT’s How My Bra Should Fit

I’m a believer in comfort. It’s difficult enough moving through life in this oversized body, putting uncomfortable clothing on it would be asking too much.

As a result of my commitment to comfort I swore off underwire bras many years ago. Why? Well, they hurt. Who needs that in her life? Not this gal. As a result I found a line of bras at Lane Bryant that has no underwire and actually comes in my size. Hooray! I bought them. Lots of them. Tan, pale pink, hot pink with polka dots, grey, black, and cobalt blue. Multiples of some of them, even. I was happy.

Then, I decided I needed some new underwear. It happens. The elastic stretches out, the seams fray, they’ve run their course. Off to Lane Bryant I went, because no matter what other underwear I try, the hipsters from Lane Bryant are my go-to undies. Oh, and they have to be cotton, please and thank you.

Well, as I was collecting various pairs of undies, the bras caught my eye. It had been a while since I bought one, and it was probably about time. The clerk noticed me checking them out and asked me my size. I hemmed and hawed a bit, because I really couldn’t remember. That’s when she asked me about doing a fitting. Uh, okay.

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You will not be surprised to know that these are not images of me.

She did her magic (not really, just a couple of quick measurements) and suggested a size and a couple of styles. Off I went to try them on, and immediately I was amazed that everything seemed to sit at a new, higher elevation. Still, it didn’t feel quite right, so I took the opportunity to ask the clerk (a different one) who was helping the lady next to me with her bra, for some additional help.

She determined that the size was right, but the style was wrong. She brought me something else, and voilĂ ! I was amazed. I looked good! And it even had underwires. So apparently they only hurt if your bra doesn’t fit correctly. Who knew?

I’m now the proud owner of new underwear and bras, what an exciting time in my life! Thank you Lane Bryant for making things that fit me, and thank you to the ladies in the store for helping me find the right fit.