Drunken Rant on Various SCs

[Hyndis]

I used to take Kevin, my BF, shopping with me, but I don't drag him along anymore. I usually end up crying because none of the clothes will fit my massive bust. It fits everywhere else just fine, but I run into problems trying to find clothes that fit my boobs that don't hang off of me.

If I shop alone, with my mom, or a girlfriend, I don't cry although I do get frustrated. I think it has something to do with him seeing me failing to find clothes that fit. Also, another woman understands the way a man can't.

I invoke the rules of the internets. Pics!



But I do have a somewhat similar problem with shopping. None of the shirts I find fit properly. I'm tall and have broad shoulders. Most of the shirts are simply too short. Midrift exposed? Err...no! Any shirts that I find that actually fit my shoulders are also designed to be worn by someone twice my body weight, so it feels like I'm trying to wear a tent or a moo-moo.

Occasionally I'll find a type of shirt that does fit, in which case I buy about 10 of that same shirt. They're so rare that I need to stock up when I can, which explains why my wardrobe is somewhat identical.

[blas]

I don't shop with men for clothes anymore, unless it's my grandfather. He has the best sense of style and fashion. He can be brutally honest whereas a girlfriend will swallow hard, smile, and say "Oh no hun, you don't look slutty at all!"

My current boyfriend....gahh......I don't even bother asking him how something looks on me. It's more like "You look fine, let's go already." Ok fine....I could just go out alone and meet some guy who actually appreciates the time and effort I spent on looking great.

[jedimaster91]

My younger brother is great to take clothes shopping. He's very good with colors and will tell me if something doesn't match. But we are 5 years apart, so I don't subject him to going clothes shopping with me very often. And I will make it up to him by running to Best Buy or GameStop so he can buy whatever new game he's obsessed with.

I also have a lot of trouble finding clothes, particularly pants. Since marriage and not dancing six days a week have done a number in the weight department, I've gone from barely a size three to a size 9. Unfortunately, I'm also vertically challenged, so the size 9 pants are about a mile too long, and I have neither the time nor equpiment to hem them. In fact, Kohl's is the only place that I have found 9-short pants for a reasonable price (not paying for Old Navy unless there's a sale). And my waist is smaller than my hips, and pants in the juniors department are not made for curvy girls. So I can either fit my waist and possbily not get the pants on to begin with, or fit my hips and wear a belt. I also hate that these days I have to wear three layers to keep myself covered. I realize that there are those who like to flaunt their assets, but I prefer my boobs to stay in my shirt. So I've usually got on a tank top or wife beater, the shirt, and a jacket. *sigh*

One of these days, I'm getting a sewing machine and making my own clothes.

[LadyAndreca]

One of my brothers is great to have along clothes shopping. He's got a hell of an eye for color, and even better, he can tell by looking at clothing on a hanger if it will look good on you. (Half the fun is trying to find something that makes him get this funny little 'ummm...' look on his face when he can't decide. It's HARD.)

My mom, sister, and I invite him along a lot. He loves coming, too (I think he likes showing off his talent), but we usually 'pay' him with ice cream.

[Peppergirl]

Hmmm, I guess it depends on the man. I always gazed in wonder at the men who clothes shopped with their wives, and I'll be honest, I secretly thought 'p-whipped' when I saw them as well.

This was, of course, back when I was married to a man who absolutely DETESTED shopping and on the rare occasions he had to go to a mall, made me more miserable than my toddlers (at the time).

I was also raised in a home with a traditional man who hated malls and shopping. Me and my mom used to spend all of our time (and dad's money) at the various malls when I was growing up.

Then I was engaged to a man who loved to shop and actually had an eye for it. It was so fun shopping with him, both for his stuff and mine.

After that, I felt bad for having previously mentally declared all of these men 'p-whipped'.

[Ree]

My husband was the shopper. He loved it. I hated it.

He had pretty good taste, so I valued his opinion. Usually, he would just go buy me clothes for birthdays, Christmas, and special occasions, and I didn't have to bother. (Now, there were a few "misses" with some of the clothes he bought me, or helped me buy, but for the most part, I got compliments.)