Womens Fashion Stores – I Remember My Mom’s Bitter Comment ‘so Fashion Designer Ha Well Everyone Wants’ To Be That’
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With so many places to shop, designer shopping could never be easier, especially online. Just an invisible door that I couldn’t exit as I wanted, I’m pretty sure I had to smile gently ‘is it OK, can I go on lunch now, before I freed myself from a prison without bars.
He was a dark grey haired man in his late 40’s and had big bushy eyebrows that could form the meanest face expression I’ve ever seen.
He was my boss, the store owner but also the guard forcing me to never ever leave without his consent. Eventually, he had a rough charm that appealed to women, it seemed like all of them flocked around wanting approval from him before buying that Friday dress or simply just ask me, ‘can you get me Harry’ when I came carrying the clothes to the fittingroom. Normally, I remember my mom’s bitter comment ‘so, Fashion Designer ha, well everyone wants’ to be that’. Make sure you drop a comment about it. I was one of them, a dreamer that had high goals set, saw myself bowing in front of a huge audience, camera flashes going off in the dark and spotlights in my face, there I was in the middle of it all, center stage with tall skinny models coming up behind me, To be honest I wanted to be a Fashion Designer.
For anyone who wants’ to become something in the fashion industry it’s necessary to have worked some dog years in a fashion store selling clothes. Well, me I’m pretty sure I remember saying not knowing therefore how right she was, It was true, everyone really wanted to be a Fashion Designer and the competition was fierce. Whenever getting short term jobs at Agencies and Ad Firms, realizing that years later here I was still struggling. Nevertheless, brewing coffee and cleaning plants with pieces of wet cloth, to consequently work in a Fashion Store folding clothes instead of almost white sheets of paper. Then again, like stating that he was the devil, that said, this was a bit over a year ago and I found myself not only working in a store with ‘PlusSize’ customers and no ‘PlusSize’ clothes also with a boss that had made a reputation of himself. Quite a few sellers that booked appointment asked if Harries horns was out and if he had burn marked anyone this week. And now here’s the question. Trying the garments myself I also found the sizes to be wrongly labeled, a Medium was suddenly extremely tight and a Small not even wearable all depending from what country they’ve been from, Actually I was wondering if it was just me?
So store was not only lacking bigger sizes but also constantly running low on pretty normal once like Medium and Large.
While wearing nothing except grey mascara and a well starved body, I gently glanced through the half opened door at the woman in her 50’s making an attempt to regain her youth, she was young in the course of the 70’s probably heaps skinnier than I’ll ever be and she must have followed the Twiggy wave.
Woman was now going for a really tight pair of jeans, without a doubt! Anyways, just being that you hit the middleage boundary it doesn’t make you dead? When I get older, I felt a sudden struck of panic, surely I seek for to look nice, wear something trendy with a nice fit, doesn’t have to look like I’m preparing to a disco with my fourteen year old daughter but still, To be honest I want some style?
I know that the woman in the changingroom was unsuccessful and she looked light red and a bit strained in her face, ‘do you need any help?’ I asked some amount of my friends and later their friends had a hard time accepting it.
Where was the jeans with the ‘semihigh’ waist for a comfortable fit but not ugly ‘looking adjusted’ to an old women where was the comfortable clothing in a trendy up to date design?
Thanks anyways miss’ she mumbled as she moved around in there, no thanks. There’s a hidden problem, what happened to everything in between as well, the ‘Plus Sizes’ ain’t just non existent. Whenever folding the XS ps and looking at the stocks decrease in size Medium and Large, I felt as it was piling up. Whether your working in a bakery in Germany or cleaning windows at Rue de something in Paris people look different, look, there’s always exceptions, eat different and luckily shop different which means that we as a stated fact are unique everyone of us in style and taste but we need those options in front of us, the right to choose.
Surely there must be a reason why the bosses don’t need to buy more normalsizes, they must know that sizes have increased and that small is merely for the younger generation. While, I kept asking myself the question ‘what is Plus Size these days?’ It was as if everything over Medium was considered big and it was always ordered in a small quantity. I silently thought about what my boss blatantly said the other day while I asked about the small stock of sizes ‘overweight women don’t seek for to wear trendy clothes, they won’t buy it and it simply doesn’t sell’. I remember nodding and hereupon thinking that it was simply his problem and not mine. Needless to say, I remember looking at him with big eyes, not as if this was a true eye opener but simply by clear statement he made with such arrogance. As a result, whenever watching the woman sigh over the lack of ‘roomy sizes’ and a bit embarrassed folded the skinny jeans she had escaped from, entangled and caught to now take a deep breath and feel free again, as I stood there.
