Yesterday I went shopping with a few school chums. It was a typical girls’ day: lunch followed by hours of pounding the pavement on Robson.We stopped at Zara and all three of us tried on a few things. I found a really cute, orange summer dress and liked it but needed one size bigger — a large. When I asked the somewhat snooty sales girl to grab me a large I was informed that the dress only comes in small or medium, like many other items in the store.

I was flabbergasted! I’m not plus sized by any stretch of the imagination and large is a completely average size! I had a brief glimpse into the world of plus sized women, and I did not enjoy it. I have to wonder who these designers are designing for because it’s certainly not the average North American woman!

Has this ever happened to you?

 

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Shoppers gone wild

I am now happily ensconced in my new city (hello Vancouver), and have been exploring non stop.

Yesterday I attended my first warehouse sale. What an experience! Great clothes at 70% off retail. What’s a shopaholic to do? I waited in line for about half an hour before getting in. I checked my purse, and PURE MADNESS. Girls running from rack to rack grabbing whatever they could carry in their size. I attempted to be practical, and go from rack to rack looking at everything. I quickly got caught up in the frenzy though, and abandoned my sensible plan.
I emerged after about an hour, sweaty, dishevelled, and the owner of a few new great pieces.
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