Hello, Barbie!

Yesterday I posted this ad on Craigslist:

Fit model needed for startup ladies’ shirt line.
Height: 5’4″ – 5’6″
Waist: 28.5″ – 30″
Hips: 38.5-42″
Bra Cup Size: D (no other bra cup sizes accepted at this time)

In addition to some promising responses, I received this email from a woman named Megan at 5:36 this morning:

This is descrimination! Do you honestly think you are going to find a “fit” women 5′ 5″ tall with a 28″ waist and breasts the size of cantelopes?! You are looking for a girl named Barbie then. Your ad makes me sick. I don’t even know you and I’m incredibly disgusted.

It took me a while to realize that Megan has no idea what the “fit” in “fit model” means, and perhaps some of my readers don’t either. A fit model is hired to have a clothing design fitted to her because she has the dimensions of one of the designer’s target customers. It has nothing to do with being physically fit.

Even if “fit” had Megan’s meaning, of course there are physically fit women out there with breasts the size of cantaloupes and larger! I resent Megan’s assumption that a large-breasted woman must be overweight. We all know that breast size has more to do with heredity than weight, and nothing to do with fitness. Granted, Megan could have reached her conclusion based upon all the full-breasted women in the world who must wear baggy tops to cover their breasts but end up hiding their waists. My shirts will remedy that.

I’ve decided not to respond to Megan . . . yet. When I do, I’ll probably send her a link to this blog entry. What comments would you like her to find here?

A Sprinkling of Thoughts for Thursday

I’ve updated my Bluesuits posting to give you better details about Jamak’s jacket and pants. When I’m ready to get serious about my personal brand, I’m going back to those pants.

At dinner with other designers last Thursday night, a friend who wears 32D surprised me by saying how much she likes a certain Bali bra. It’s the only one she can find that she doesn’t give a second thought about during the day. So much for my Wacoal snobbery. Please share your experiences with brands like Bali, Lilyette, Olga and Playtex.

And never underestimate the power of a pretty bra. My friend visited Linda’s this past week and says that she came away with “the prettiest bra I’ve ever owned that actually fits. . . . [T]he real test was that it was noticed in the locker room. These women have had the opportunity to see my underwear for years and I’ve never gotten a comment one way or another. But this morning a friend exclaimed how pretty my bra was (and I assure you that it wasn’t out for display!). Everybody wants to go to Linda’s now–for the “non-department store sizing” folks (large and small) and for the convenience–in and out quickly with what you need and practical advice.”

On my end, I decided to wear my Aubade set under my plain black Mets crewneck shirt and jeans on Monday night. Usually, I save this set for a plunging neckline on special occasions, but even if Mr. Campbell couldn’t appreciate it during the game, I sure appreciated myself as I undressed later. Oo la la. Even though I ‘ve gained 10 pounds in the last couple of months, I looked great!

Finally, I’ve decided to host a Vision Party soon! Stay posted for details and let me know if you want me to send you an invitation!

Project Update

If you read my posting below, you may be asking, “Looking for fabric for a second shirt? Where’s her first shirt?” I’m still looking for a few more fit models in order to create the shirt in different sizes. Let me know if you’d like to volunteer. I can’t wait for the day when I can say to a woman in line behind me at Starbuck’s, “I have a shirt for you!” vs. “I’m creating a shirt for you!”

It’s funny. Some days all I see are potential customers around me, but since Friday, I’ve only noticed flat-chested women–not one woman to whom I have been tempted to say, “I’m creating a shirt for you.” We’re really quite an elite group, it turns out.

Speaking of elite groups, I was awestruck by a female naval officer that I saw at the Mets game on Monday night. She was at least a C cup, and her very fitted button-front uniform fit perfectly. There she was on the giant screen, waving her arms and cheering for all the world to see, and not one gap appeared. I like to think that our military realizes how important this detail is, and it makes me very proud.

Time . . . and Time Again

Two weeks ago, I had visions of taking my unemployment benefits case all the way to the Supreme Court to create groundbreaking new law when I heard myself asking, “But do you really want to spend your time and energy that way?” Of course I don’t. I’ve begun identifying what’s really important to me, and there’s barely enough time for those things.

Yesterday I heard the same question when I was trying to decide whether to invite an acquaintance to a workshop I’m attending in June. She’s negative and stresses me out, and I’ve given her several opportunities to show a different side. Of course I don’t want to spend my time inviting her to a workshop. I sent the invitation to my more energizing friends instead.

On the other hand, it’s not enough to realize how I don’t want to spend my time. I also have to ask myself, “Are you really spending your time and energy on what you want to do?” Lately, I’ve spent most of it on things I “should” be doing. We all have these tasks in our lives, but the key is to clear enough space so that at least some of our time is spent doing exactly what we want to do. Otherwise, for me, I eventually find myself doing nothing at all, not even the “shoulds.” Life gets to be like treading water instead of going forward.

So what do I want to do? Wander the fashion district in search of fabric for my next shirt idea.