Bridal Undergarments

I mentioned earlier that I had a interesting experiences when I went to get my wedding dress undergarments. My seamstress recommended a bra store near me to get a strapless longline bra to wear with my dress (if you don't know what one is, Google it). Like my shoe shopping experience (see below), this store is locked during the day and you have to be let in by the owner. I went to the store on a weekday afternoon and a tiny, old Japanese woman let me in. The store was impossibly crowded with merchandise, a lot of it still in plastic bags, ranging from classy to stuff that um, made me blush. She immediately handed me a baby-wipe to clean my hands with. I also saw her do this with other customers. I told her what I needed and she ushered me in to the back room, equally crowded with rows and rows of what looked like old shoe boxes. She starts picking out bras (that apparently ship in these boxes) and hands me another baby-wipe- this time to wipe down my, um, torso! I tried on several styles- rather this women put them on me. She was very concerned with keeping the mechandise clean. None of the longline bras were the style I really wanted. I found a halfway decent one (that made my waist cinch down to nothing!) but it was in a very yellowish ivory. I was willing to order it in white but the woman insisted that I "call the dressmaker and check to see if the ivory bra would work" and that there was no guarantee that the white one would fit the same if she ordered it. The dressmaker?? I guess she didn't realize that I don't have a personal relationship with the manufacturer of my dress.

As I was leaving (empty-handed), the woman asked me if I knew how to run a computer. She presented me with a computer CD and asked if she needed to peel the label off the top to get it to work, yikes! I ended up helping her install some insurance program on her computer (she deals with mastectomy patients a lot), which took an hour. I guess the storekeeper's business partner had died that Sunday and I could tell thing were a mess right now. I felt bad I couldn't do more for her but I didn't want to buy something I didn't feel good wearing.

I eventually went to another store in town that was more my style and got everything I needed and was a much more positive experience. Here's my something blue: