I bought new pyjamas yesterday – boxer shorts with roses and frills and a matching red singlet. At the register, the shop assistant said: “Make sure you keep the receipt in case they’re not the right size for her.”
I smiled politely and said thank you, but inside I was thinking: “What does she mean by her? Is it completely implausible that 47-year-old me would be buying frilly bed shorts?”
I felt a bit miffed as I walked away. And old.
Fortunately, the shop assistant at my next stop – a lingerie store with an enticing “sale” sign in the window – was much more positive about my vintage. She pounced as I flicked through the racks and started offering suggestions on things that might suit me.
None of them were matronly. She waved skimpy G-strings – I’m not into bum floss, thank you very much – and corsets covered in pink bows (blergh).
Then she announced: “Of course, if you’d like something that extra bit special, you could always try THIS!” … and flourished a tiny red and black lacy bra at me … so small it wouldn’t cover the most miniscule of boobs …
Oh!
My eyes went wide as she announced it was a quarter-cup bra. It looked a bit like this, except with less fabric …
I’ve lead a very sheltered life …
I couldn’t help asking if women actually wear those sort of things in everyday life and she concurred that some do, but they are mainly bought for “play” at home.
Oh!
Then I saw the price tag: $89.
Oh!
So much for so little!
She was very keen for me to try it on and insisted I had just the right boobs for it. Apparently quarter cups don’t suit large boobs or soft breasts because everything waterfalls over the top …
Oh!
I couldn’t quite believe I was having the conversation, but figured in for a penny … and asked if I wouldn’t look faintly ridiculous wearing it.
She assured me I’d look fah-bulous, which was a definite improvement on being considered too old for frilly bed shorts, but perhaps a bit too far in the opposite direction.
She suggested I pop into the change room so she could give me a proper fitting and verdict on my quarter-cup boobs.
I made garbled excuses about needing to pick the kids up from school … and – because I’m not very good at saying no, even to shop assistants – assured her I’d come back later when I had more time.
“We’re open until 6!” she trilled as I did the bolt.
Has a shop assistant ever implied you’re too old to wear something?
Song of the day: Visage “Fade to grey”
That cracked me up! Tears even!
I can just see your head nodding at each “Oh!”! 😳
Oh good!!! I like it when I make people laugh. Job done!
“Oh!” indeed! Lucky you and your quarter-cup ready boobs! I would by extremely miffed by the suggestion the frilly bed shorts couldn’t possibly be for me. They sound like great shorts and I hope you wear them with pride and joy. Middle-age isn’t only about leopard-print you know. I’m miffed every time I’m addressed as “Madam”, which now happens all the time, and has been happening since I was 29!
Must admit I’m rather fond of leopard print these days … please don’t let that be a sign of “maturity”
Don’t worry, Leopard print is not necessarily a sign of “maturity”, it’s just the stereotype, you know? I’ve always loved animal print myself. When I was in my 20s, one of my favourite wardrobe items was a velvet leopard print jacket. I would love it now too if it still fit me.
Ha ha ha. I was in that exact situation a week ago. I’d asked the assistant if they had any running tights with a pocket I could put my car key in and when I reached to look at a pair he’d said had pockets he proclaimed ‘Not those. They’re for younger girls.’ And then he looked horrified at his gaffe and tried to back -pedal frantically saying that he didn’t mean I was old. It was hysterical!
My eyes just went wide all over again!!!! How dare he!!! I would have been so offended. I’m glad he looked horrified
I picked out an orangey nail polish one day and the nail technician screeched, “No! You’re too old for that!” The girl at Sportsgirl asked me who I was shopping for one day when I was browsing. That was funny Alana 🙂