So it turns out M&S et al aren't the only ones who can fit for sh*t. Also joining that club are Canadian lingerie firm la Vie en Rose and department store Nordstrom in the States .
First out of the gates, Canada. Lovely customer who said she regularly bought Elle Macpherson at home but the prices were three times higher than they are in the UK. Miss Mac clearly doesn't like Canada, talk about a raw deal. Anyway, she told me she'd been fitted at LVER as a "standard 34B". I told her to try on a fresh one and shout me in. Bang on a 30D. "Let me just grab another style for you madam". Thirty seconds later, "Oh, that fits perfect!" "Madam, that's a 30D" "Really? But it fits so well..." And then came the explanation of what she was looking for in a fit and where the support should come from and la di da. I asked her if this had ever been explained to her; "No, they just told me my size and handed me a bunch of bras". Great. But she left happy! And with two Elle Macs, a Simone Perele and an order for a Mimi Holliday.
Next, a girl was in the department clutching a few bras and I approached her to ask if she needed any help or advice with regards to size. "Nope" came the rather snooty reply "I'm a bra fitter" I took said bras from her, peeking at the size and put them in a fitting room for her. "Just let me know if you'd like me to double check the sizing" "I'll be fine, thanks". Disgruntled that she was a) wearing the wrong size; b) potentially telling other people to wear the wrong size and c) ignoring me (I'm sorry, I'm female, never forget we can't be ignored) I stood and waited for her to finish trying on. "Excuse me, can I try this in a 34C?" She called, thrusting a Dentelle bra at me. "Of course, madam" My chance! I must take it! I scooped up the offending Dentelle 34C (I love the bra, loathe the size) and grabbed a Simone Perele for her too. "Try the black one (Simone P) on first and give me shout". Two minutes later the door cracked open. "This fits perfectly, I guess I'm a C now". Now, this could potentially have been awkward. The girl had never actually asked for a fitting. And in fact had actually specified she didn't need to be fitted. But I couldn't help myself. I feel like I've taken a sort of hippocratic oath never to harm anyones boobs "Actually, that's a 30E" Deep breath. "Oh, really? Wow. You're good. Thank you". Smiles all round. Phew. I'm not getting my P45 for offending a customer.
She bought the Simone Perele. At the till I asked her where she worked, Nordstrom, and how they fitted. They fit with a measuring tape. (cue look of reeling disgust) and use a Chantelle bra to measure the cup. Bizarre. As she left I apologised for being sneaky, she laughed and said she shouldn't have been so stubborn in the first place. All's well that ends well. With any luck, they'll head home and spread the news!
Ninja
xx
#34Bdoesntexist
First out of the gates, Canada. Lovely customer who said she regularly bought Elle Macpherson at home but the prices were three times higher than they are in the UK. Miss Mac clearly doesn't like Canada, talk about a raw deal. Anyway, she told me she'd been fitted at LVER as a "standard 34B". I told her to try on a fresh one and shout me in. Bang on a 30D. "Let me just grab another style for you madam". Thirty seconds later, "Oh, that fits perfect!" "Madam, that's a 30D" "Really? But it fits so well..." And then came the explanation of what she was looking for in a fit and where the support should come from and la di da. I asked her if this had ever been explained to her; "No, they just told me my size and handed me a bunch of bras". Great. But she left happy! And with two Elle Macs, a Simone Perele and an order for a Mimi Holliday.
Next, a girl was in the department clutching a few bras and I approached her to ask if she needed any help or advice with regards to size. "Nope" came the rather snooty reply "I'm a bra fitter" I took said bras from her, peeking at the size and put them in a fitting room for her. "Just let me know if you'd like me to double check the sizing" "I'll be fine, thanks". Disgruntled that she was a) wearing the wrong size; b) potentially telling other people to wear the wrong size and c) ignoring me (I'm sorry, I'm female, never forget we can't be ignored) I stood and waited for her to finish trying on. "Excuse me, can I try this in a 34C?" She called, thrusting a Dentelle bra at me. "Of course, madam" My chance! I must take it! I scooped up the offending Dentelle 34C (I love the bra, loathe the size) and grabbed a Simone Perele for her too. "Try the black one (Simone P) on first and give me shout". Two minutes later the door cracked open. "This fits perfectly, I guess I'm a C now". Now, this could potentially have been awkward. The girl had never actually asked for a fitting. And in fact had actually specified she didn't need to be fitted. But I couldn't help myself. I feel like I've taken a sort of hippocratic oath never to harm anyones boobs "Actually, that's a 30E" Deep breath. "Oh, really? Wow. You're good. Thank you". Smiles all round. Phew. I'm not getting my P45 for offending a customer.
She bought the Simone Perele. At the till I asked her where she worked, Nordstrom, and how they fitted. They fit with a measuring tape. (cue look of reeling disgust) and use a Chantelle bra to measure the cup. Bizarre. As she left I apologised for being sneaky, she laughed and said she shouldn't have been so stubborn in the first place. All's well that ends well. With any luck, they'll head home and spread the news!
Ninja
xx
#34Bdoesntexist
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