Sunday, May 13, 2007

Lingerie Shopping

I never thought I'd do it. Never could I see myself walking into a high-end lingerie store, trying on all sorts of crazy things, and actually purchasing anything. But I did all of that. And I had a great time doing it, too.

Girly things never excite me. I can't stand shopping, and I don't wear dresses, skirts, or frilly things if I help it. Heck, some days I don't even put on makeup. My clothes mostly come from department stores (JC Penney and Kohl's, and occasionally AĆ©ropostale or Christopher and Banks), and the only thing I will really go all-out on is shoes. My undies are simple, understated, mostly without lace... they're surprisingly feminine though, as opposed to rough and manly I guess.

I won a gift certificate for a new lingerie store in downtown Corvallis at the charity dance a week ago. I was pretty embarrassed walking across the floor to pick the certificate up, but after thinking hard on the idea for a week, I figured I'd spend the money on something unique and special and out-of-the-ordinary for myself. Nothing to lose, right?

Except I wanted the moral support of a close friend, plus advice on what did or did not look good on me. My two best girlfriends are hours away, and I don't think I'd be comfortable showing my two best guy friends my body draped in silky things. Chris and I were talking about it, and I don't remember how it happened, but we (he?) decided he should come along and help. That's right: my ex-boyfriend came with me to shop for lingerie. :)

The store is beautiful. They specialize in full-figure sizes and high-end garments. I was a little hesitant that it would look like a porn clothing store or something, but I could not possibly have been more wrong. Feminine, gorgeous, luxurious shapes and fabrics... talk about the perfect place to pamper yourself or the special woman in your life. The women working there never made me feel uncomfortable, and that's astounding in itself.

They offered to professionally fit me and were most helpful in finding things for me to try on. Chris wandered around grabbing things he thought I'd like. Most of the hour we were there I spent in the dressing room changing into and out of articles of womanly things. Yes, I modeled them for Chris, and he was totally honest about what did and did not look good. I tried on slips, gowns, bustiers, bras, all sorts of panties and shorts, chemises, and some things I don't know the names of.

In the end, I selected a red chemise that Chris picked out himself ("Chris, can you find me something in red? I love red..."). It fits wonderfully and doesn't look cheap or slutty at all.

I don't often take myself seriously or spend money to truly pamper myself. As much as guys will tell me I'm attractive, or as often as old people tell me I look "cute," I have a hard time taking their kind words to heart. This shopping trip made me see something that I probably should have seen a long time ago. Having an opportunity to try these things on, to wear silk and satin and lace and all those fabrics that leave nothing to the imagination... I felt pretty.

1 comment:

Jeff said...

Sweet- you look good in red :)