Just a short entry to tell you something funny that happened to me today.
After my disastrous escapades at Asian boutiques shopping for clothes, I battled up the nerve to try a European chain to see if I could buy myself something nice to wear. The weather has become decidedly warmer jumping 8 or so degrees in a matter of three days. Coats are slowly being discarded for the long sleeve T shirt option.
I went to ZARA here in Fukuoka, one of my favourite shops originating in Spain.. I thought that European fashion might understand the middle aged muffin a little better than the Asian clothing chains.
Found three shirts all L(European sizing)!! Yeh good for the fudoopers and muffin of a middle aged Aussie woman.
I went to the dress stalls to try them on. Can't possibly take the chance in this part of the world with just holding up a prospective shirt in front of the mirror.
I was quickly given a number 3 and an odd looking material bag to take into the stall with me. Now I have lived in Japan and I know that in most shops you have to take your shoes off before you enter the dressing room. I was mentally prepared for this major inconvenience! There was no entry bar to the room which usually lets you know that your shoes have to remain outside the dressing shed so I assumed that the shoes had to go into the strange material bag I was given. Being the good girl, I took my shoes off when I entered and put them into the bag and placed them at the entry to the dressing room. This is not a easy task when you have a 1m x 1m room and a muffin to contend with. Thank God the mirror was reinforced. I fell onto it a couple of times while wrestling with my shoes. Anyway after a major sweat broke out, I was finally ready to try on my shirts. It seems that ZARA takes into account the Japanese body type in some of its designs sold in Nihon because there were moments of me needing six more arms to help me strip off the shirt that was L but not enough for my LLL breasts! I considered buying the shirt 'cause I couldn't get it off! After numerous body movements and noises worthy of a champion Sumo wrestler, I became victorious and managed to remove the Spanish/Japanese cotton shift shirt and decided that T shirt material would be kinder to my full bodied form. The orange T shirt did fit and I must admit that the happy dance I had in the dressing room must have given the security camera pervs a laugh.
Anyway I left feeling so up myself because not only had I managed to avoid an embarrassing moment of having to ask the gorgeous size 2 assistant to help me surgically remove a cotton shirt from my torso but I had finally found a shirt to fit my voluptuous curves in Asia! I also had conquered the shoe thing and used the material bag correctly by putting them in it while I tried on my clothes. Success all round. WINNER!
As I walked out the door, the Japanese assistant asked me how I went. I unashamedly told her that I had found a shirt and that my shoes never touched the ground! She smiled (obviously not understanding my exceptional Japanese) and said in perfect English,
"How did you go with putting the bag on your head to stop your make up from getting on our clothes while trying them on?"
Another lesson learned.