I was scrolling through Facebook, as one does when they’re trying to escape the stresses of the office. I came across this article, which lists 5 challenges plus size shoppers encounter while trying to find clothes that are fashionable, affordable and to their unique style.
This article is SPOT. ON.
As we all know, this blog is no stranger to my rants about plus size shopping and how it totally blows. I wasn’t going to say anything because 1) Alysse (from Ready to Stare) truly hit every nail dead on the head. And 2) I’m tired of it. I’m tired of complaining. I’m tired of complaining that I’m complaining. Tired, tired, tired. Maybe I just need a nap.
I have been on the hunt for a dress for a very special occasion coming up this summer. Actually, let me backtrack. I have a dress for this affair that I am in love with. However, not one to settle and not one to make a decision, I have been on a modified hunt for something else. Just in case. Also, for the record, I’m not 100% thrilled with the color, so I was hoping to find something that didn’t wash me out so much. Anyway, after looking online and in all of my local malls, I decided that my next move would be to try the Macy’s on Fulton Street in Downtown Brooklyn. Basically, what that means is, it would be a bitch to drive to because of parking and traffic. Fortunately, the MTA goes that way so off on the bus I went. I got to Macy’s armed with some gift cards, my Mom (for moral support and a second set of eyes), and all the hope I could muster. We went straight to the plus size section, which was the biggest I’ve seen in a Macy’s. I was pretty excited. I need new clothes for Spring anyway so I was all over the section.
Maybe I should add now that the store is currently undergoing a multi-million (billion?) dollar renovation. So, naturally, it’s a bit of a hot mess. Honestly, though, it still worked. There was still a ton of merchandise on display; from a mixture of seasons. It was controlled chaos and I was fine with it. After I had looked through the selection for some spring/summer clothes, I figured I should buckle down and look for a dancy dress. I walked over to the area where the dresses were and was instantly disappointed. All of the fancy dresses were in winter mode. As I started to walk away defeated, I heard another customer ask the saleslady where the plus size evening wear was. She told her that all of that was on Level 2.
I walked into the other dress department and immediately saw a dress that was too perfect for my event. We were soulmates. I flicked through the dresses to see how they were organizing the sizes, since there were plus sizes on this floor also. OR SO I THOUGHT.
I asked my mom if she saw any signs for plus sizes, or if she thought they would/could/might be mixed in with the straight sizes. After having a mini panic attack that I needed to find this dress (I was hot, tired and hungry – give me a break.), my mom asked another saleslady where the plus size dresses were. “They’re on Level 3, m’am.” Bewildered, my mom was going to tell her that we just came from Level 3 but I stopped her. “It’s not meant to be,” I whispered and too one last look at yet another lost love.
Would it literally kill someone to say “Hey guys! Let’s make this in plus size!”? By the way, if you love this dress like I do (it’s sooo much prettier in person), click on the picture; it will take you straight to Macy’s and you could buy it. She deserves a loving home.
Thanks for listening to me rant again, friends!
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