Just Happened In The Lingerie Department

I bet you all doubt yourselves sometimes. When I decided to start writing about style and fashion, I knew that there was a need for it, but I never imagined the seriousness of the issue. We could call it a coincidence, fate, a sign, or just cruel reality, but what happened to me last week solidified my confidence and my drive to reach as many women as possible with my blog.

Just before posting my article on lingerie, I decided to check out the local department store lingerie section, with the intention of finding something beautiful for me. As I am looking around, I overhear a client asking the saleslady if she would like to be fitted for a new bra. The saleslady apologizes, explaining that she is not a full-time worker and she has no idea how to measure for a bra, but she'll call somebody. Surely I can hear on the loudspeaker that assistance is needed in the lingerie department for a bra fitting. I bet most of you can feel the client's anxiousness to just get out of the store or hide under a rack.

At this point, I am invested in the outcome. Very soon, an older, short, sweet lady rushes to the counter claiming that she was sent here to do a bra fitting, even though she was never trained to perform one, but "I guess I have been doing a good job so far". I was standing at the counter now, ready to pay for my purchases and go home. Then, I tried to put myself in that client's shoes. She came to this store (one of those higher-end department stores) to finally have a fitting for a bra, because for sure she had many days when she wasn't feeling great in her undergarments. So what do I do? If you know me, you'll know that I would never do something like this... I offered to measure the client myself.

The two salesladies were so happy that they didn't have to do it, they ran and came back to the counter with the lady in need of a new bra. We were in the fitting room, with measuring tape in my hand, when the customer was getting undressed and thanking me that I offered to help, since she always had problems with bras, but was terrified to go and get fitted. She continued that since she was pregnant now, for some reason, she was not feeling so insecure, so she just came to get that dreadful bra fitting.

It took me 2 minutes to measure her, and she was ready to shop for that new bra. The salesladies were at the door waiting for us, thanking me and whisking the client away in hopes of making some "good" commission on her purchases. My new friend was sending her blessings between the overstocked shelves of lingerie, saying this is her "Lucky Day".

I still can't believe where we stand today in how we try to "help" a client! Please! Take a measuring tape,  and measure yourself; have your bra size ready. Check how your current bra is fitting, go over the bra style list, and know the type that you need. The saleslady is willing to help you (most of the time), but you are in control if you are well informed, and your purchase will be even sweeter when that delicate undergarment is finally comfortable, giving you that special feeling of "je ne sais quoi" that is so flirty and confidently feminine, and just a touch provocative.