An ADD Woman's Worst Nightmare

Wednesday, October 31. 2007

No, it's not de-cluttering 3 month's worth of bills piled up. Or making a dinner party for 20. Or keeping up with the family laundry. Or multi-tasking between the job and taking care of the family. It's not even the thought of the holidays coming up and all that entails.

No no no...

It was none of that. It was much worse. What, you ask?

I had to buy new bras. Something I've put off for oh...close to 10 years, maybe? Yes, Terry confesses.

I hate bra shopping. Actually, I hate clothes shopping, period. But bra shopping tops my list.

Today I went to Macy's. First, I had no idea what size I might be. You gals know what 10 years can do to a middle aged body. Then there was deciding- lace? No lace? Wire? Or no wire? Warner or Olga? Then frustration takes over- WHY are they jammed together like this on racks that are eye level to a three year old? Whaaa? I can't find the tags. Forget how much they cost- help me find the right size and get me OUT of here.

I started to grab this one and that one. But with my hypersensitivities, I had to make sure that:

There was no lace - too scratchy
The straps weren't too thin- too painful
It was 100% cotton- so my skin wouldn't break out

Once in the changing room, and noting a sign on the door that read:
"Surveillance by female attributes" (I swear this is true), I got started.

After the initial shock and depression of facing a full length mirror, I began the chore from hell. 15 bras later, sopping in frustrated sweat and surveying the heap of badly fitted bras, I found THE one that fit. Of course, it was the last one I tried on. My shoulders and back were bright red from the TAGS scraping my skin off (well, that's how it feels when you have tactile sensitivity).

Then there were the sickening florescent lights to deal with, which give me vertigo. And then the decision making again: do I get white or flesh colored? How many? Should I keep up the pace and buy some clothes, or dash out of there while I still have some bit of sanity left?

I dashed- straight to the food court to soothe my frayed senses with a plate full of Chinese food, followed by a chunk of chocolate.

Well, I survived. And hopefully for another ten years.

Posted by Terry at 23:04 | Comments (2) | Trackbacks (0)

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I know I know! Bra shopping IS a nightmare, right down to the flourescent lighting in the dressing rooms. I really got a chuckle coming across this post - thanks!

#1 Nancee on 2007-11-09 21:24 (Reply)

The lighting- yes! And saleswomen popping in JUST at the wrong moment. Ugh.

#2 Terry Matlen (Homepage) on 2007-11-09 22:42 (Reply)

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