All right ladies, it’s time for some serious girl talk (sorry guys!). I went to San Francisco over the weekend for a shopping spree. While I was out trying various fashions in the world, I stopped by Victoria’s Secret (two of them to be exact). I tried on a variety of bras and found nothing I liked. So sad! I was really pumped up about their new bra that you can wear 100 different ways. Have you heard about this? It has a clear strap between the cups so you can wear it with really low cut tops and there are 44 slits all around the edges of the cups and the back strap so you can hook the straps any way you want to. It’s a really cool concept!
I was greeted by a salesperson who immediately asked me if I knew what size I was. I told her my size and she gave me a questioning look and told me that I needed to be fitted. WTH?! I was like, “Fine, whatever lady,” but I *know* my size! I removed my jacket and she proceeded to measure me and declared the same size I told her prior to her intrusion on my body. I gave her a knowing look. She grabbed a bra and basically threw it at me and went on to assault the next woman who walked in her path. It was all very strange.
I made my way to the dressing room where I was (not) greeted by two VS employees who where having a serious bitch fest about some other girl. I don’t know if that other girl worked with them or not, but whatever Vickie did had these girls’ panties in a wad, let me tell you. Quite frankly, I thought it was rude and inappropriate. It’s stressful enough trying on bras without listening to two employees on a rampage! But, I’ve digressed.
In the dressing room, I found that none of the bras fit me properly. Why, you may ask? Well, I forgot to tell you that I’m (ahem!) between cup sizes. I don’t know if any of you have this issue, but it’s definitely a problem. Or, perhaps you don’t even know it’s a problem! Oh man, you better run to your local VS and get fitted right away.
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