Madsnapper's recent post about challenges finding clothing to go well with her body shape opened the digital door for me to share.
My body shape blues came from being skinny, but having a broad back and almost non-existent boobs.
As a young adult when my soon-to-be sister-in-law was visiting, we were sharing a bedroom. One morning while we were getting dressed, Mother knocked on the door. We opened the door. Mother stood in the doorway with a strange look on her face.
"Well! I know what to get y'all for birthdays!" It was February and we both had February birthdays. "You both need new bras. "Those need to go into the trash. We are going to the store."
She hustled us off to one of her favorite department stores where they had a saleslady Mother knew and trusted. She took my soon-to-be Sis-in-law's measurements, no problem. Soon she was fitted to everyone's satisfaction.
When it was my turn the saleslady started to measure me the same way she had measured my SIL-to-be, around the chest, then below the bust.
I stopped her.
"That's not going to work for me, I told her."
"It always works, I promise."
I should have insisted that she back that promise with some moola. But the whole business was so embarrassing I didn't think of that at the time.
She measured. She measured again. "I've never had that happen." She finally admitted I was right. By that time Mother and her two birthday girls were laughing until we teared up. But we both left the store happy with our birthday presents and memories.
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