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stephbgI am currently at the weight I was when I stopped buying anything remotely fitted because I was gaining. So, I've recently enjoyed the experience of being forced to discard (i.e. store) several items of clothing because they're too big, but there's not much available in the cupboard at this particular size. The coolish-weather professional wardrobe was particularly suffering, and since I have to make some public appearances soon I thought I'd try and find at least one nice tailored smart jacket. Preferably not something in a grey pinstripe, but the fit was the thing.
My search has taken me to many places recently, including a variety of little designer spots in the west end. Unfortunately my shopping history has been a bitter one, and I've learned to save a lot of time by immediately asking the ironically-named assistants if they were likely to have anything in my size. At least the big places like Target and Myer are a bit more friendly in that regard. I foolishly crossed the threshold of Portmans recently and struggled to find a 12 in anything. Plenty of sixes and eights though. Whew!
I'm a 13-14 at present, and struggling to identify my shape as per Trinny and Susannah's latest guidelines, but I'm somewhere between a brick and a bowling pin. Possibly a very thick-waisted hourglass with reasonably long legs. Or a vase. I used to be a plain old pear but I honestly can't tell any more and may need to phone a friend. I'm not a cornet or a lollipop at any rate. I've had another look, and maybe I'm a goblet.
I'm all confused, but it seems likely that a single-button plunging V-necked jacket nipped in high at the waist (and more tightly fitted than I would normally go for) would be the ticket. So I won't be able to wave my arms about in a full circle when it's done up, but I can barely do that at the best of times anyway. It's time to suffer a bit for appearance's sake.
The friendliest of the assistants in the little designer shops assured me that they carried both sizes 6 and 14 to cater for "the full range" of sizes. She could not actually produce anything in a 14 today. Or a 12. It's tough being a mutant. The more typical response was a tight little smile and the suggestion that I look at the racks for myself. Thanks. A. Bunch.
I eventually found three nice little jackets (a black, a pink open weave, and a brown brocade) for $23.75. Total. Australian dollars. Good Sammy's, 50% off sale. Actually it cost me $25 for I threw the change in the donation tin out of astonishment and possibly guilt. A few odd threads to trim, for two of them have that unfinished edge look that was in a couple of years ago (so?), and some new eyes to match the hooks, and voila. It's tempting to add a couple of subtle doodads* to a sleeve and make the black one look seriously expensive designer :-)
Teehee.
(*) For those familiar with my costume work, yes, I believe I am capable of restraint. Maybe. Ish :-)
My search has taken me to many places recently, including a variety of little designer spots in the west end. Unfortunately my shopping history has been a bitter one, and I've learned to save a lot of time by immediately asking the ironically-named assistants if they were likely to have anything in my size. At least the big places like Target and Myer are a bit more friendly in that regard. I foolishly crossed the threshold of Portmans recently and struggled to find a 12 in anything. Plenty of sixes and eights though. Whew!
I'm a 13-14 at present, and struggling to identify my shape as per Trinny and Susannah's latest guidelines, but I'm somewhere between a brick and a bowling pin. Possibly a very thick-waisted hourglass with reasonably long legs. Or a vase. I used to be a plain old pear but I honestly can't tell any more and may need to phone a friend. I'm not a cornet or a lollipop at any rate. I've had another look, and maybe I'm a goblet.
I'm all confused, but it seems likely that a single-button plunging V-necked jacket nipped in high at the waist (and more tightly fitted than I would normally go for) would be the ticket. So I won't be able to wave my arms about in a full circle when it's done up, but I can barely do that at the best of times anyway. It's time to suffer a bit for appearance's sake.
The friendliest of the assistants in the little designer shops assured me that they carried both sizes 6 and 14 to cater for "the full range" of sizes. She could not actually produce anything in a 14 today. Or a 12. It's tough being a mutant. The more typical response was a tight little smile and the suggestion that I look at the racks for myself. Thanks. A. Bunch.
I eventually found three nice little jackets (a black, a pink open weave, and a brown brocade) for $23.75. Total. Australian dollars. Good Sammy's, 50% off sale. Actually it cost me $25 for I threw the change in the donation tin out of astonishment and possibly guilt. A few odd threads to trim, for two of them have that unfinished edge look that was in a couple of years ago (so?), and some new eyes to match the hooks, and voila. It's tempting to add a couple of subtle doodads* to a sleeve and make the black one look seriously expensive designer :-)
Teehee.
(*) For those familiar with my costume work, yes, I believe I am capable of restraint. Maybe. Ish :-)
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Date: 2008-05-30 11:15 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-05-31 03:52 am (UTC)First of all, though look up the Liz Davenport website and have a read through her rather different guidelines for clothes and figures which is called the dynamics of disguise. http://www.lizdavenport.com.au/Pages/Brochures.aspx
Then start watching for cheap Liz D, and perhaps some Anthea Crawford. You'd be about a 12 in Liz D.
There's always loads of Anthea Crawford jackets. I just spotted something in black and blue and velvet with a hood that seemed rather you.