An oldie but goodie–Tamara’s intriguing copy from the Fall 2001 Nordstrom catalog.
Like nearly every other useful piece of information I possess, I learned about the expert bra fitting service Nordstrom offers while eating a Caesar salad with my best friend. “All those years I thought I was a B cup,” she whispered. “I was living a lie.” Glancing down at my own less than sleek silhouette, I had to admit that she was right again. It was time to put myself in the hands of a professional – literally.
The next day I wandered shyly through the lingerie department worrying about frowning experts poking me with calipers. Luckily, Mary found me before I bolted for the escalator. With a bright smile and a tape measure coiled expertly around her neck, she ushered me into a dressing room. Eyeing me confidently she mused, “There’s a bra out there for everybody.” I shook my head sadly, “But it’s going to take an hour to find it!” Mary’s laughed gently, “I’ve been doing this for ten years and that’s why it will only take me ten minutes to find what’s right for you.” She pulled the door softly shut and within moments returned with an armful of beautiful bras in every color.
The whisper of purple that she helped me into was a full cup size larger than what I thought I wore, but it felt delicious and it made me look as though I’d kept every last one of my New Year’s resolutions – even the ones about cinnamon rolls. Hey, it’s an obligation to wear underwear but with Mary’s expert eye I found a bra that fit, felt and looked like a luxury.