Being a masochist, I went shopping for bathing suits today.
Well, okay, I went because I actually needed one since we're headed to the beach tomorrow and the suit I have is a size too small; I can squeeze into it if need be, but it's not what one might call overly flattering (other than the fact that it gives me pretty good cleavage). This is not a good time of year to be looking for a swimsuit; other than Nordstrom, everywhere I went had one half rack (heh heh, I said "rack") of bikinis in size 2 and
maybe one or two one piece suits that that were either a size 10 or a size 24. Since I'm neither of those sizes, I'm out of luck. Tried Marshalls, TJ Maxx, Ross, Burlington, Sears, Macys, Macys (Fair Oaks has two of them, because one used to be Hechts), Nordstrom, and JC Penney, where I found a suit that was slightly too big but wearable for $5; sadly it looked way more than $5 of awful on me, so I passed.
My last, best hope, seeing as how they sell nothing but swimsuits and related crap, was
Everything But Water. I took a look through a couple of racks, determined I wouldn't find anything there, and started to leave. The saleswoman was chatting with me and said that a lot of people come in and look at their prices and then leave, but these suits would last years, unlike the cheap stuff you buy at Target. I agree that these are higher quality and higher prices than Target, but that isn't why I was leaving. If I'd been less disheartened about the whole experience, I'd have done a little education. Look, lady, I know I'm not looking particularly put together today, but the problem here is
not the price. I'm (reasonably) okay with spending that amount of money on a piece of clothing if it's going to last me more than a season. The problem is that you don't carry a damn thing that will fit me. I found one, count 'em
one size 16 suit in the entire store. I need an 18 or a 20, depending on the suit. I would love to give you folks some of my not-insubstantial disposable income in exchange for that awesome hot pink number, but you and your buyers clearly don't want to take money from us fat chicks. Seriously, those bills in my wallet don't have cooties; you can't catch Teh Fat from handling them. Yeah,
Betsey Johnson is never going to make anything I can wear, but surely there must be
somebody out there who makes decent-quality suits that don't offend your designer sensibilities and come in sizes larger than a 12. Surely the complete lack of larger sizes in your inventory must be a matter of quality control and not that the idea of fat chicks in swimsuits offends your aesthetic sensibilities. Right? RIGHT?
I should've gotten over the lack of motivation last week and ordered something online, but I really prefer to try bathing suits on first because things that look
super cute online rarely look as good when I actually put them on.
Ah well. In lieu of a $100 bathing suit, I got myself a $7
Hello Kitty purse on clearance. (That's the design, but my purse has a different shape.) Y'know, that probably makes me a lot happier than an overpriced piece of lycra would anyway. So there. *thbpbt*