I am annoyed. At the fashion world. Trust me I don't say that lightly. To me fashion is a near religious experience and I have great reverence for it. We're previously discussed how a great pair of boots can leave me breathless, or a fabulous dress cut on a bias is a thing of wonder.
So what the hell fashion industry??? I'm no longer a twig so you've got nothing for me?
I'm doing ok in the post baby body pursuit. I'm 9 pounds from my pre-pregnancy weight but my body is all kinds of different. I've got lumps where once I was smooth, I've got bumps and wobbles and boobs (!) and actually, Ripley's Believe It Or Not, I quite like my new body. But finding something flattering is proving to be a bit difficult. I realize now that not everyone could just walk in, grab something off the rack and assume it would look great. I did. Snotty McSnotterson, party of one checking in. Oh, I'm learning big time now that the amount of clothes I can wear that don't reduce me to tears is minimal at best.
Case in point, why is everything still empire waist? It's slowly starting to change now that winter is upon us, but thanks I'm not pregnant anymore and this just emphasizes the jelly roll hanging out around what used to be my belly button.
Shopping to replace my (useless broken far to expensive I want a new one) stroller the other day I was thrilled that an employee at Buy Buy Baby was so happy to help me! Until she cheerily said "So you'll need a double stroller soon! How exciting!" um no. Not pregnant. Just jiggly. But thanks. Now, how's the Britax selling?
My choices seem to be blousey polyester large patterned tops or skin tight slut wear, or if I head to the women's department, some sort of strange tunic top. Somehow in the time it took to grow this child until this point the juniors departments seems to have become a one stop shop to boobville.
It cannot be that difficult to design comfortable, affordable stomach flattering clothing. It just can't.
I realize for the fashion world it's not nearly as exciting as say, making a 3 million dollar bra made of diamonds or a gown made of rare emu feathers, but come on! Give a girl a break.