Blouse: Victoria’s Secret
Skirt: Love To Love You
I told you it wouldn’t take me long to rectify the whole no-black-cardigan situation. This one from Glassons is pretty good, though I’ve found that it stretches out of shape pretty quickly. Glassons is one of those stores where I can just about… sometimes…. fit into their largest size. Which is sometimes (not always) a 16. It’s frustrating when I’m loving a top or a dress in there, only to discover that it only goes to a 14. Why do stores do this? Barkins is the same… they go up to an 18. Sometimes. And never in the things I want.
At what point do the clothes manufacturers go “OK. So only our customers with this bust/waist/hip measurement and smaller are allowed to wear this item.” Even my favourite UK store Dorothy Perkins is occasionally guilty of it, and I often hold them up as an example of what I’d like to see all clothing retailers should do (i.e. offer everything in sizes 6 to 22, rather than offering a separate – read dowdy – “plus” range).
The things that most bothers me is when the range that caters only for the smaller sizes is considered to be an exclusive premium range. Better quality fabrics, nicer cuts. There is nothing I hate more than feeling like retailers consider me to be a second class citizen because of my size. Don’t bigger girls suffer enough indignity without being forced to forgo the silks, cashmeres and linens of high-end ranges for synthetics and jerseys?