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I went to Intimacy today for my fitting, and...OMG.
Holy crap.
See, I expected I'd be going from the 36DD I've been wearing, to a 34DD. NOPE. Apparently, I am a 32F. HOW the FUCK? Well, the bras did fit in that size. Better than I ever remember a bra fitting in my life. WOW. I swear, I was high as a kite after that fitting. I had achieved PERKINESS. Yes. Me. I called my mom and raved to her until she agreed to come up and give them a try herself when her ankle is better.
Now, here's the thing. I decided on 3 bras: a black and pink balconette, a black plunge, and a nude smooth-silhouette type bra. The only one they had in stock in my desired color was the black-and-pink, and they'd order the other two to be shipped to me from other stores. OK, fine. I bought the black-and-pink there.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
leenah and I went downtown afterward to seek out some panties to go with our new bras. I took out my bra at H&M, and held it up to some cute panties to compare colors. I liked. I put the bra back in the bag...or so I thought. When we went to Marshall's and were about to try clothes on, I wanted to try on a dress with the new bra. It wasn't in the bag. FUCK. I went back to H&M, but no one had seen it. I left my name and number and the description of the bra with the people at the store. Hopefully, they find it SOON. If they don't, I will go back to Intimacy on Sunday and get another one. Now, fortunately, that was the cheapest bra I bought. At $80, though, it is NOT CHEAP. I hope I don't have to get another. If I do, but the original comes back to me, I'll return it for credit and then buy my mom a bra with the credit when she comes up, and have her give me cash.
Anyway: the fitter at Intimacy was super-nice and easy to work with. She didn't push, she just found my size, showed me a number of styles that worked, pointed out what was good and what wasn't about the ones I tried on, and left me alone to make my choices. Oh, and "finding my size" did not involve measurements. She simply looked at me, looked at the bra I was wearing, and said, "You can definitely go to a 34, probably even a 32. And you need a bigger cup." And she came back with a bunch of things that fit right away. The woman at the register was very sweet about calling stores to find out who had the colors I wanted in the not-in-stock ones. And the bras themselves: amazing. I felt like my boobs looked smaller, but better. The smallness didn't make everything else look bigger by comparison. Rather, it made ALL of me look a bit smaller and more petite. NICE. And did I mention the PERKINESS? HELLO. I AM NOW TEN YEARS YOUNGER AND TEN POUNDS LIGHTER, KTHX.
I want my new bras NOOOOWWWWW! *breath*
Oh, and for your amusement, here are the various results I got when I plugged my measurements into the online bra size calculators I googled. Read them and compare with the Intimacy results!
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Holy crap.
See, I expected I'd be going from the 36DD I've been wearing, to a 34DD. NOPE. Apparently, I am a 32F. HOW the FUCK? Well, the bras did fit in that size. Better than I ever remember a bra fitting in my life. WOW. I swear, I was high as a kite after that fitting. I had achieved PERKINESS. Yes. Me. I called my mom and raved to her until she agreed to come up and give them a try herself when her ankle is better.
Now, here's the thing. I decided on 3 bras: a black and pink balconette, a black plunge, and a nude smooth-silhouette type bra. The only one they had in stock in my desired color was the black-and-pink, and they'd order the other two to be shipped to me from other stores. OK, fine. I bought the black-and-pink there.
leenah and I went downtown afterward to seek out some panties to go with our new bras. I took out my bra at H&M, and held it up to some cute panties to compare colors. I liked. I put the bra back in the bag...or so I thought. When we went to Marshall's and were about to try clothes on, I wanted to try on a dress with the new bra. It wasn't in the bag. FUCK. I went back to H&M, but no one had seen it. I left my name and number and the description of the bra with the people at the store. Hopefully, they find it SOON. If they don't, I will go back to Intimacy on Sunday and get another one. Now, fortunately, that was the cheapest bra I bought. At $80, though, it is NOT CHEAP. I hope I don't have to get another. If I do, but the original comes back to me, I'll return it for credit and then buy my mom a bra with the credit when she comes up, and have her give me cash.Anyway: the fitter at Intimacy was super-nice and easy to work with. She didn't push, she just found my size, showed me a number of styles that worked, pointed out what was good and what wasn't about the ones I tried on, and left me alone to make my choices. Oh, and "finding my size" did not involve measurements. She simply looked at me, looked at the bra I was wearing, and said, "You can definitely go to a 34, probably even a 32. And you need a bigger cup." And she came back with a bunch of things that fit right away. The woman at the register was very sweet about calling stores to find out who had the colors I wanted in the not-in-stock ones. And the bras themselves: amazing. I felt like my boobs looked smaller, but better. The smallness didn't make everything else look bigger by comparison. Rather, it made ALL of me look a bit smaller and more petite. NICE. And did I mention the PERKINESS? HELLO. I AM NOW TEN YEARS YOUNGER AND TEN POUNDS LIGHTER, KTHX.
I want my new bras NOOOOWWWWW! *breath*
Oh, and for your amusement, here are the various results I got when I plugged my measurements into the online bra size calculators I googled. Read them and compare with the Intimacy results!
( Read more... )
