Persephone
09-05-2011, 02:54 AM
Well, this has been one heck of a week! I just wish I had the skills of a Txkimberly to be able to tell you about it.
It began last Sunday with an invitation to The Skinny Cow Perfect Cups event at the Pacific Design Center.
http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/sandylewiscares/PerfectCup.jpg
I have no idea how I was selected as an invited guest at this event, except that we do eat Skinny Cow ice cream (delicious!).
I was told I could bring a friend so I invited my spouse.
The Design Center is a huge facility and the reception occupied the lobby and several adjacent rooms. Rock music filled the area and the air was thick with estrogen emanating from every pore of the several hundred women of all ages who filled the space, laughing and having a good time.
At registration we were each tagged with several wristbands. One seemed to be encoded with our individual information although I could not see any visible coding on it. Another had tear off tabs for two glasses of wine, and I believe there was another for ice cream.
There were lots of staff all over the area, all upbeat and all trying to be as helpful as possible. Along one side of the area there were buffet tables with finger sandwiches and snacks. There was a bar with wine, Berringer muscato with mandarin oranges, lemonaid, and water along another wall. Skinny Cow ice cream was provided at two ice cream bars. There was also a makeup area where they were doing makeovers. The area was scattered with couches and seating areas where women could gather, meet and chat.
There was a place to register for your bra fitting and there you were given a pager like the ones that many restaurants use. You were free to wander until your pager went off to let you know that it was time for your fitting. Women were wandering around with pagers in their hands, tucked into their purses, and even tucked into their bras.
When your pager went off you returned it to a table in a corner that lead into a long room, probably normally a hallway, that had a long row of booths, each with its own personal fitter, and racks of bras.
Many women were there with a friend, just as I was there with my spouse. When they identified these small groups they asked if you would like to go together or have individual fittings. My spouse and I opted for individual fittings and were escorted to separate booths.
The lady who worked with me greeted me cheerfully and we chatted as she began her initial measurements. I decided that it was only fair to do something I don’t normally do, so I told her that I am transgendered. She didn’t skip a beat as she said, “Don’t worry about it, before this I worked in a hospital and believe me, I’ve seen everything. It’s no problem.”
I could find no possible way in which there could have been any difference in the way she treated me.
I have always worn a 36-C. Her initial measurements suggested that I should be wearing a 40-D!
She provided me with a 40-D that she felt would be a good style for me and I tried it on. Indeed, it was very comfortable, but it left me feeling insecure and I felt that the cups puckered a bit on top.
She brought several other bras for me to try on. It felt strange to have another woman in the room seeing me only in my bra, looking at me and evaluating how it fit me and whether I was filling the cups or not. Eventually we “compromised” on a 38-C that I really felt comfortable in, a seamless t-shirt bra, underwire with light padding at the bottoms of the cups.
She wrote down the size and model number, Warner 1593.
http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/sandylewiscares/warner1593.jpg
I changed back into my own bra, put my blouse back on, and checked out of the fitting area. Each of us was given a certificate for a free bra at Macy’s!
Two funny stories from the day. My spouse, 5’2” in height (157.5 cm), found herself in the checkout line behind a very elegant and very tall woman. As they chatted, my spouse asked the woman how tall she was and the woman told her she was 6’ tall (183 cm).
Then she added, “I’m dating a guy who is 6’7” tall (200.7 cm) so I can finally wear high heels!”
Meanwhile, I was chatting with one of the female security guards and I commented on what a lovely and well-conducted event it had been.
She said, “Well, you know why that is . . . we’re all women here! No guys to get drunk and start fights!”
At checkout we were given cloth goodie bags with samples of lip gloss, samples of Skinny Cow’s new Heavenly Crisp Candy Bars (only 3 Weight Watcher points each!) and other products and coupons for ice cream, wine, and a other things. We were also given Skinny Cow Perfect Cups or Bust T-shirts!
http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/sandylewiscares/SkinnyCowPerfectCupsT-shirt.jpg
I certainly hope they do this event again and I definitely hope I’m invited back!
(The rest of the week to be continued)
Hugs,
Persephone.
It began last Sunday with an invitation to The Skinny Cow Perfect Cups event at the Pacific Design Center.
http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/sandylewiscares/PerfectCup.jpg
I have no idea how I was selected as an invited guest at this event, except that we do eat Skinny Cow ice cream (delicious!).
I was told I could bring a friend so I invited my spouse.
The Design Center is a huge facility and the reception occupied the lobby and several adjacent rooms. Rock music filled the area and the air was thick with estrogen emanating from every pore of the several hundred women of all ages who filled the space, laughing and having a good time.
At registration we were each tagged with several wristbands. One seemed to be encoded with our individual information although I could not see any visible coding on it. Another had tear off tabs for two glasses of wine, and I believe there was another for ice cream.
There were lots of staff all over the area, all upbeat and all trying to be as helpful as possible. Along one side of the area there were buffet tables with finger sandwiches and snacks. There was a bar with wine, Berringer muscato with mandarin oranges, lemonaid, and water along another wall. Skinny Cow ice cream was provided at two ice cream bars. There was also a makeup area where they were doing makeovers. The area was scattered with couches and seating areas where women could gather, meet and chat.
There was a place to register for your bra fitting and there you were given a pager like the ones that many restaurants use. You were free to wander until your pager went off to let you know that it was time for your fitting. Women were wandering around with pagers in their hands, tucked into their purses, and even tucked into their bras.
When your pager went off you returned it to a table in a corner that lead into a long room, probably normally a hallway, that had a long row of booths, each with its own personal fitter, and racks of bras.
Many women were there with a friend, just as I was there with my spouse. When they identified these small groups they asked if you would like to go together or have individual fittings. My spouse and I opted for individual fittings and were escorted to separate booths.
The lady who worked with me greeted me cheerfully and we chatted as she began her initial measurements. I decided that it was only fair to do something I don’t normally do, so I told her that I am transgendered. She didn’t skip a beat as she said, “Don’t worry about it, before this I worked in a hospital and believe me, I’ve seen everything. It’s no problem.”
I could find no possible way in which there could have been any difference in the way she treated me.
I have always worn a 36-C. Her initial measurements suggested that I should be wearing a 40-D!
She provided me with a 40-D that she felt would be a good style for me and I tried it on. Indeed, it was very comfortable, but it left me feeling insecure and I felt that the cups puckered a bit on top.
She brought several other bras for me to try on. It felt strange to have another woman in the room seeing me only in my bra, looking at me and evaluating how it fit me and whether I was filling the cups or not. Eventually we “compromised” on a 38-C that I really felt comfortable in, a seamless t-shirt bra, underwire with light padding at the bottoms of the cups.
She wrote down the size and model number, Warner 1593.
http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/sandylewiscares/warner1593.jpg
I changed back into my own bra, put my blouse back on, and checked out of the fitting area. Each of us was given a certificate for a free bra at Macy’s!
Two funny stories from the day. My spouse, 5’2” in height (157.5 cm), found herself in the checkout line behind a very elegant and very tall woman. As they chatted, my spouse asked the woman how tall she was and the woman told her she was 6’ tall (183 cm).
Then she added, “I’m dating a guy who is 6’7” tall (200.7 cm) so I can finally wear high heels!”
Meanwhile, I was chatting with one of the female security guards and I commented on what a lovely and well-conducted event it had been.
She said, “Well, you know why that is . . . we’re all women here! No guys to get drunk and start fights!”
At checkout we were given cloth goodie bags with samples of lip gloss, samples of Skinny Cow’s new Heavenly Crisp Candy Bars (only 3 Weight Watcher points each!) and other products and coupons for ice cream, wine, and a other things. We were also given Skinny Cow Perfect Cups or Bust T-shirts!
http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/sandylewiscares/SkinnyCowPerfectCupsT-shirt.jpg
I certainly hope they do this event again and I definitely hope I’m invited back!
(The rest of the week to be continued)
Hugs,
Persephone.