Style Tuesday: Pretty Underthings
Reader beware. There may be too much information for some of you below.
Three things about me:
1) I like clothes.
2) I like shopping.
3) I don’t like being uncomfortable.
Let’s discuss item number three on that list in more detail.
I don’t like itchy clothing. I don’t like clothing that is too tight. I don’t like clothing that makes me feel uncomfortable because it’s not “me” (or it’s ugly, but then again nothing ugly would be “me”, right?).
I also don’t like uncomfortable shopping experiences with pushy salespeople, aloof salespeople, bored salespeople, uninformed or misinformed salespeople. It’s also nice to feel comfortable in one’s physical surroundings while shopping. I remember shopping at one not-so-cheap wedding dress boutique (I won’t name it, but I will give you a hint. The owners were married, are now divorced, and have recently opened competing shops down the street from each other), and my mom put her hand on a shelf covered in a cm thick layer of dust. The bottoms of the sample dresses were completely grey. It was a total turn-off and they the lost the sale about 5 minutes into our visit.
But I digress. Where was I? Oh yes, I like to be comfortable. So, what I wear next to my skin must be ultra-comfortable.
This is what I usually have on under my clothes. Jockey bikini undies purchased in 3 packs at department stores. I have them in many colours and patterns.
My bras are usually just as exciting. I detest the scratchy feeling of lace, and well, I wear a lot of knits and the seamless bra styles are more wearable. Excessive underwear lines are not flattering.
Four out of seven days a week, I start my day in a sports bra like this:
Someone in my life (I’m not naming names) requested that I shake it up a bit. I decided to give it a try. But that ‘uncomfortable’ thing was really holding me back.
Last week, I took myself out for an attempt at a shopping spree. First stop, the newish Lilac Lingerie on Richmond Road. The saleswoman (who I believe was the owner) was helpful and sweet. She kept pulling the curtain to the fitting room the rest of the way closed after handing me something to try, since I was clearly not going to do it; did I mention I’m not shy?
The prices in this cute boutique were reasonable for the product.
And this pretty thing will be a nice change from my usual white camis under my sweaters. Got the matching undies too:
Then I went down the road to Brio. Found a gorgeous Freya bra that fit perfectly. It does have seams, but I’ll survive.
Brio is one store with good service and a sensible return policy. You can return bras within two weeks. Another store across Richmond Road at which I have had TERRIBLE customer service (bright pink logo; starts with B ends with C) does not allow you to return bras. Don’t get me wrong, I understand bottoms, but really bras? What’s the difference between that and a fitted top?
I didn’t want to spend $40 for the matching Freya bottom, so I went a few doors down to get these – A+ for comfort:
There you have it. Comfortable shopping experience. Comfortable yet pretty underthings. Mission accomplished. And it wasn’t too painful.
Can’t say I’m a convert, but at least I have a few pretty things in my drawer.
So, tell me (if you feel like it), are you a Jockey/t-shirt bra person like me, or do you like to look elegant (and pay equally elegantly), rather than sporty under your clothes?