Yesterday, Karyn and I went to Old Navy because I had a $25 gift card that I got from spending too much money on my credit card (yay?) and I wanted to buy some ~*things*~. They had some cute dresses, and some cute bathing suits, and they all fit me in the stomach, which is usually the problem area, but there are two major gripes I have about Old Navy right now:
a) Nothing I tried on fit me in the bust. NOTHING. Not a single dress, save the drop-waisted horrors, gave me enough bust room to breathe. I’m a fairly busty gal, but c’mon, I should not have to worry about squeezing my DD’s into a top here.
b) Every mirror in the store was slightly bowed to make you look BIGGER than you actually are. Karyn picked up on this. We both looked bloatier than usual, and the mirrors got fuzzier the further away you got. I did not like this.
I ended up getting four tank tops, three for $7.50 and one for $0.33. I felt that thirty-three cent tank top was worth the awful mirrors and tight-busted dresses.