Asia has a ton of great fashion. Walk anywhere and and you will see boutique after boutique, brimming with adorable clothing of every kind, often just one of each piece in a store—truly a treasure trove for clothing shoppers.
Unless you are tall.
If you are tall, you will try on cute dresses and the waist will be at the bottom of your ribs. You will model a lovely skirt in the mirror and try to decide if you are too old for such a short hemline. You will wonder why all the sizes have shrunk, as a 10 back home is most certainly not a 10 over here.
I really haven’t done much shopping in Singapore at all yet. I’ve been preggo, so I have mostly invested in elastic items, and really, kids don’t leave you much time for yourself. After this weekend’s shopping experience, I realize I will have to wait until I lose weight to do any further shopping, especially if I want to try Asian brands.
I really should have expected difficulty, given my past experiences, but it was really sunny out so I think I was feeling overly positive.
Educational Past Experience #1: When I was shopping in Shanghai, store clerks would help me try on a too small cardigan, then try to convince me that cardigans (with buttons) are not meant to close. -___- Then when I refused that, they would show me their lovely selection of scarves.
Educational Past Experience #2: In Japan, girls on the street wear super cute, lower heeled shoes. I thought this was fantastic, and I went about trying to find some shoes to bring home. Basically, every store carried only one pair of shoes in my size, and it was never the pair I wanted. :(
All of this difficulty with shopping has resulted in more savings in our bank account. My husband is thrilled about this.
So, despite all this experience, I skipped on in to this great little place right across the road from the H&M I tried shopping at (plenty fit there, but looked weird—or had no access for easy nursing). It was a brand new, week old store filled with only Singapore designers (it’s called Keepers for all my skinny friends in Singapore). I loved so much there! I picked out a whole bunch of outfits, went to the dressing room, settled the baby on the floor (happily looking in the mirror), and started to try the clothes on.
Everything was too short or too tight. Not the kind of tight where if I just don’t eat those four containers of chocolate Häagen-Dazs in the freezer tonight, it will fit just fine. It was the ‘I can’t pull it up past my knees’ kind of tight.
So I made a request to the adorable and tiny shop clerk that she tell the designers to make things bigger. She hemmed and hawed, saying the designer has costs associated with each size, blah blah blah. I know, I know, I watch Project Runway.
But hey, I can still buy jewelry out here!
But I can’t wear it yet. The baby uses my jewelry like personal footholds for turning me into an exciting climbing gym.