Lingerie Shopping (Part 2): Sheer Beauty

As we laughed the stress off, we headed to another lingerie shop.
I like that shop because it carries European and American undergarment brands.
European and American designs are more sensible than local or Asian brands, at least in terms of undergarment and lingerie (but not only undergarment and lingerie).

Common Faux Pas in Lingerie (more common in Asian brands but not only Asian brands)
1) Heavily-padded to fake cleavage
Wearing a push-up bra once in a while is fine, but those heavily-padded push up bras are appalling and pretentious.
Cleavage is nice, but a cleavage up to your neck is not.
The thicker the pads are, the louder they scream 'insecurity'.
So girls, stop fooling yourselves.

2) Excessive lace, ribbons and decorations
I have seen bras covered with shimmer and sequins that it's basically a disco ball.
Pointy studs, excessive lace and ribbons are scary too.
Enough is enough, what more can I say?

3) Childish designs disguised as 'cuteness'
I don't know what other girls think, but Hello Kitty is not cute.
Cartoon characters shouldn't be on undergarment.
In case some of my readers whisper 'how about Iron Man?'.
Yes, even Iron Man shouldn't be on any piece of my clothing.

4) Weird colors
Pink is not my colour. I don't wear orange and yellow. So these won't be my choices, but this is rather my preferences.
Why would anyone produce lingerie of weird colours like neon green?
Honestly, who'd wear them? Weird colors are such turn-offs.

Okay, so when I got into that shop, I was in lingerie heaven.
The designs are sensible and excellent--a balance between being classy and sexy, feminine and cute.

Amongst the many fine designs, sheer lace lingerie is my favorite.
Decorative lace on lingerie is good, but sheer lace is even better.
Sheer lace is delicate, soft and feels fantastic against naked skin.

Just one inconvenience: I tried it on in the fitting room with my friend's presence.
She didn't try anything on but I guess she might wanna have a seat so I let her in.
It's kinda embarrassing because sheer lace lingerie basically covers nothing.
Even though the black one covers a bit better, it still shows a lot.
Well I actually like the white one too. It's more 'innocent' but definitely not innocent.

So, I ordered some sheer lace lingerie that I love! Yay!
I'm totally excited about wearing that when I go out, it'd be exciting.
Let me tell you one great thing about being a woman:
Sometimes, it feels fantastic to have a little secret that makes you feel great, like wearing some ridiculously sexy sheer lace lingerie underneath your ordinary outfit but no one knows.
And now, I just need my hair to grow longer as quickly as possible.

After lingerie shopping, my not-a-frequent-fragrance-user friend said she wants to buy fragrance.
Judging from her personality and preferences, I suggested Calvin Klein's Eternity Moment and Sheer Beauty.
I found 'Sheer Beauty' the perfect name for this post, agree?

I enjoy being a woman. Or a female alien.

Goodnight, readers. ;)

Love,
N

Lingerie Shopping (Part 1): Because I Said So

Recently, I went lingerie shopping with my friend.
It was quite an experience.


'This brand is known to be functional--they put your body in the right places!' she exclaimed with excitement.
Okay, if there is anything that can re-direct fat to the right places, it deserves the Nobel Prize.
So we headed into the store and soon found ourselves surrounded by:
1) women who want their fat 're-directed' and
2) not-flattering bras (You know, those heavily-padded ones with excessive laces and weird colors.)

While we were swimming around in the sea of women and unflattering bras, we heard door bells ringing all the time, even without customers walking in.
That was weird but we didn't bother to figure out why.

It took both of us some time to found 1 bra that is 'acceptable-looking' that we decide to try on.
We weren't impressed by the design, we were just curious to know what's so special about this brand's products.
There was a long queue so we suggest sharing a fitting room.

So I stood there queuing up because I am completely uninterested by their other designs.
A saleswoman walked up to me...
I SWEAR she is actually a magician!
she slipped a measuring tape around my waist then up to my chest in the blink of an eye.
Before I knew, she measured my size and announced it.

I stood here, completely shocked and embarrassed.
I felt my ears burning and my cheeks blushing.
Yes, the store is filled with females and I'm not particularly ashamed of my measurements, but having a complete stranger to measure me without my consent and THEN announced it?
Well, thanks, rude stranger.

Finally, our turn to the fitting room.
'Ring the bell when you are ready, I'm gonna come in and check,' the sales lady said.
They have door bells in each fitting room and whenever a customer needs assistance, they ring the bell.
No, it's not that kind of sweet customer service.

The saleswomen there seem to have a very good potential to be teachers--to be specific, those discipline department teachers who are straight and mean.
Or, they have the potential to be most nagging and annoying girlfriends and moms.
They are exactly the women who put one hand on their waists and have the other hand pointing at you, saying 'no!'
So, it's more like 'You can't buy a bra without my approval. Why? Because I said so!' that kind of thing.

When my friend and I were changed into that bra we wanna try on, we looked at each other and asked ourselves, 'do we really have the push that button and call her in?'
We actually had to summon up our courage when we hit that button.
Within a few seconds, the woman came in.

I was trying to tell her that I need something bigger, but before I finished my sentence, she dropped hers, 'no, this design is not good for your body. Anything else you wanna try?'
'I need a larger...' I responded.
'No, you can't.' She firmly said.
I was slightly offended and said, 'I don't have anything else I want.'
Then she moved on to help my friend--just to pick her another size which she didn't feel comfortable in.

Both of us were not satisfied and we left.
We were a bit shocked by the sales lady.
She is like a military officer giving orders: No! Not for you! Listen to me! You can't!
And my friend and I were obviously two gentle sheep that she kicked around.



How stressful it is to be family or friends with a person like that?
Imagine having someone pointing her finger at you for whatever you do, every single day.
I am afraid of stern women. (or any stern, mean people actually).


It was some stressful shopping experience but we laughed it off.
Actually once we stepped out of the store, we can't stop laughing.



To be continued.

Love,
N