Nordstrom's rocks

For the first time in my life a person with a measuring tape helped me with bra fitting. It's official: I am closest to 30G, and some 32Fs will work (though they'll have a short lifespan). Several 32Fs were bearable enough that I bought them; one 30G is on order for me and will arrive in a week or so.

Nordstrom's rocks. Title Nine does not even remotely compare. Victoria's Secret might as well be a grocery store.

Mall shopping

I don't get to malls very often any more. (Today rfrench volunteered to push a wheelchair. Yay rfrench!) It's a little like visiting a foreign country. The customs are strange, the rituals unfamiliar.

The first thing that hit us was the smell. We were probably downwind of a department store entrance on the floor below us. We also had the misfortune to pass Yankee Candle later on. We knew enough to hold our breath for that one.

I noticed how small the chests were on the female mannequins. They're perfect for young teens who are about in sixth grade and still have most of their growing to do. No wonder styles that would look good on me are never on display. I did see one store window with busty torsos in it. They looked almost like me! Except... it was Lane Bryant. Last time I went in there they laughed me right back out again.

My God, the SHOES. There are people who find those things attractive. I am pathetically grateful that I am now forever exempt.

Because I was at the mall already, I also bought a belt. Gap earns my eternal gratitude for having a clothing-related article that fit me last time I needed one AND wasn't discontinued before I needed another one.

What a world.