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 I don’t know about Coutorture but I do know what it’s like to live through off-the-rack clothes shopping.  Ready to wear can make you ready to swear!

 There are a lot of reasons beyond the control of the store that make me dislike this, my “SWEET” size tops the list following by a hungry husband and roving children.  Some things could be done to make my experience more enjoyable and I really don’t know why they haven’t happenned yet.

First is finding out where you want to go, if you don’t shop in the same department store it’s hard to know which way to turn.  It’s  easy to get sidetracked with all the tables on your path, you start thinking about upcoming gifts and events.  You do pick some things up and walk around with them and others you put down thinking you’ll come back after you settle on the other stuff that you really came in for and more importantly you may not want to lug all this around.

Which brings me to the next thing that must happen if department stores expect to see me shopping in them again.  Get something like a cart or rolling hanger thing for me to wheel around and collect the stuff I want to try on, like an iv drip thing. If this is happenning somewhere let me know, it’s definately not happenning in Maine. I saw a small statured woman dragging dresses all over the floor, I’m sure she would have appreciated having something to hang up her dresses.  I know it stopped me from browsing because 6 dresses and hangers can take a toll on your hands.  All I wanted to do was get in a fitting room and see if I could get into these things.

Which leads to the dreaded fitting room wait, I stood in line behind 3 women.  I could hear a lot of chatter/laughing doors slamming for a few minutes which prompted the lady in front of me to walk ahead and see what was going on.  She started speaking to the woman who I later found out was the mother on a shopping trip with two teenagers.  I heard that the girls were trying on six dresses and trading them in the stall and she had no intention of spoiling their fun.  The line starts getting really long behind me and ladies are NOT happy.  Whenever I look back there’s lots of eye rolling and huffing/puffing like it’s MY fault.  All this while my hands are in agony holding all these dresses and these girls are still not out of that room.  That’s when an associate comes up to me and says they’ve opened up another fitting room across the way, no wait, whew… I’m in.

Deciding on some dresses and being the great shopper I am, I put everything back on hangers, strut out and hand to the employee. I found not one but TWO dresses.  They’re both on sale and I spot the one good thing of this trip - the price checker, seems they learned from the box stores, we want to know how much this stuff is going to be!

Now I’m so very ready to get in line. Wait and more wait, finally I’m there and the lady is in no hurry, she picks up dress #1 and holds it up to herself and asks, “how would this look on me?”  I didn’t answer with words, I just smiled, she looked disappointed and said it was really pretty or something like that.  When she saw how cheap it was $39.99 from $109 she paused and I almost thought she was going to take it from me.  I really wanted her to hurry but she kept feeling the material and folded it beautifully, the only problem is it’s going to get all messed up in the plastic bag it’s going to get thrown into.  I’ve got the pret-a-porter woes really bad.