Let’s just begin this review with a little PSA: People have nipples. Unless there was some kind of beaver-related accident, if you are reading this article, you have nipples. Hell my male cat meowing at me has nipples. As do my dogs. At what point can we agree to stop making such a big effing deal about human females and their nipples? Look, I get it. If you’re female, you’ve probably had people comment on them, perhaps inappropriately. Why? Because we decided a body part designed to feed children was also a sexual object, that’s why. People stare and comment, although let’s be honest: It’s usually men who do so and make women feel terribly uncomfortable, especially in situation where there may not be a recourse. It sucks, and sadly, there are always going to be people who have to make you feel bad about your body. One way to cope is by only wearing padded cup bras, and depending on the prevalence of your nipples, that padding could be thin and flexible or it could be seriously molded (no shame either way). The problem with this scenario is that padded cup bras, especially molded ones, can be pretty hard to fit for certain shapes and also top out in cup and band, leaving many with literally no options. I’m a big advocate of reusable nipple covers if you are self-conscious because it accomplishes discretion without compromising fit, but some people only want padded cups.
In the past, I have criticized the Sculptresse line for being a bit scattered, for not offering solid core styles, and for generally being a bit of a half-ass attempt from Panache to compete head-to-head with Elomi and Goddess for plus-size consumer dollars. Today, I can honestly say that those criticisms have been completely addressed, and Sculptrsse is quickly becoming a powerhouse brand in its own right due largely to its cohesive seasonal aesthetic, improved fit, superb quality, and inclusion of multiple core styles in larger size ranges. After loving the fits of Gina, Candi, and Chi Chi, I was super excited when my sales rep sent me a sample of the new Estel, one of the first offerings in the line to go up to a UK K cup. Suffice it to say, my expectations were set high to see what lovely entry Panache had in store!
Today is my mother’s birthday and also marks day one of our Bolero pop-up shop. Usually, my mom’s birthday is a hard day because of how much I miss her, and I am really thankful (and excited) to have Patricia here to celebrate the beautiful world of bust-friendly clothes with me. Mom would have loved everything, I am sure! For the show, Patricia has brought multiple new styles, including some pop-up exclusive prints, for our busty customers to peruse and enjoy. Among those daring designs is a new variation of her stunning Besame Mucho dress, a style I have not previously reviewed but am so excited to present today.
Patricia of Bolero is not only an amazingly talented designer, but she’s also a close personal friend of mine. She represents the best of what small business has to offer: quality products, excellent customer service, constant innovation, and a special personal touch in all she does. Last year, we were privileged enough to have her visit the shop for a pop-up event, and in what is the best twist of 2018, she is coming back! Patricia will be at the shop on December 7th and 8th for another event complete with her latest collection. I will be posting the relevant details soon, but in honor of the upcoming event, I wanted to write a mini-review of a new Bolero Ezy tunic design.
Excuse me while I geek out on this lingerie review. Indie brand Playful Promises boasts a range of products including lingerie, lounge wear, bras, and accessories and has made a splash season after season because of its unique design aesthetic and ongoing commitment to promoting diversity in advertising. For over a year, I have been purchasing miscellaneous pieces for myself and loving all of them. My love affair began when I first discovered Playful Promises sells wholesale, and I realized they would be an eye-catching and exciting addition to our assortment. Between their fun collaborations, expansive size range, fresh designs, and I-don’t-give-an-eff attitude, Playful Promises could offer our customers something not found in safer or more traditional collections. This was a brand for people wanting something daring and wholly different from what they already had. Naturally, the line had to be tested, and who better to judge the quality and fit than me? I queued up my justification protocol and clicked purchase. As a result, today’s blog comprises several mini-reviews of all the items I have been loving and wearing from the brand.
Welcome back to our two-part series. If you missed the post on special orders, I recommend reading it before proceeding. Again, I want to emphasize that with this post I am not holding any grudges, attempting to shame anyone, or upset by past behavior. My only goal is to help all of our customers understand why we will no longer be making exceptions to these policies.
After I posted about the difficulties we were facing as a business, the rallying cry of support from people whose lives were made better by the shop touched me on such a deep, emotional level that I can only describe it as love. Yes, I truly love all of you who so willingly gave your support, who shared the post, who encouraged others to visit us, who sent me personal words of encouragement and solidarity. You made my life better through your actions, and I have spent the better part of the week crying and smiling while reading everyone’s messages. My takeaway was that I not only made the right decision in fighting to keep the shop afloat, but also that I am very fortunate to be part of such a loving, caring community.
Today, I am checking my usual humor at the door and ripping down the curtains obscuring the view into the true state of our business: Last month, I planned to shut our doors permanently by the end of December. Usually when I contemplate closing, it’s in the midst of an emotional meltdown, all sobs or screams and half-serious intentions. The toll of small business ownership and a never-ending string of bad luck in the last four years more than once made want to quit and work a corporate job where life may not be better but at least it’d be easier. As the tears dried and my mood stabilized, I’d rush remorsefully back to the shop as if it were a sentient being whose feelings I injured with my idle threats.
Coming on the heels of John’s emotional post about his gynecomastia journey, our final guest post is from none other than Shay Hansen himself who posted previously about his terrifying experience with the TSA. One of the things Shay and I have discussed privately before is how many instances of everyday life men with gynecomastia experience differently, especially those who wear bras for support. No amount of personal acceptance or encouragement from family and friends changes how, at some point, these men will have to reveal they wear bras to a stranger. As much as I believe in the innate goodness of people, there will always be those who cannot or will not understand why a man would choose to wear what is typically defined as a woman’s garment. To make yourself vulnerable to the opinions of a stranger can be frightening and takes a tremendous amount of courage. As a result, today Shay wanted to share memorable situations from his past where he was confronted with others unexpectedly finding out about his condition or his need and desire to wear bras. On a personal note, I think stories like this remind us to be kinder to our fellow humans and to judge less. This world is hard enough for all of us without letting prejudice and ignorance influence how we interact with others. Just be kind.
Hi Everyone! Our co-owner Jason is making a triumphant return with a blog post detailing his undying love for Saxx underwear. This post tickles me because, as you will find out, the first time my dad heard about my interest in Saxx for the store, he raised his eyebrows in that dad sort of way and asked if I was serious about $30-per-pair underwear for men. He could not fathom a universe where he, conqueror of the Walmart bargain bin, would ever voluntarily spend such a massive amount on underwear. That was until I bought him a pair, and he had to have more. But, I won’t spoil it. You can read it in his own words below!