Showing posts with label Clothing Woes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Clothing Woes. Show all posts

June 22, 2011

The "Shape-ups" challenge

Recently, a good friend of mine introduced me to her new Sketchers “Shape-ups.”

They are specially designed running shoes that apparently work out a person’s legs, butt and core without the hassle of a regular workout.

She swears she can feel herself “getting into shape” just by walking around everyday. I – on the other hand – am quite skeptical of the actual benefits of the shoes.

Therefore, I decided to conduct an experiment…

I purchased a pair of “Shape-ups” sandals (which set me back about $60). I will wear them every single day for one month. My job at MPI involves a lot of walking around, so it will provide what I feel is a fairly accurate representation of their effectiveness.

Throughout the month, I will blog when I notice anything report-worthy. At the end of the month, I will decide if the shoes are legitimate or simply another gimmick designed to convince women they could look fantastic with minimal effort.

Sorry, Sketchers. I’m going to try to call your bluff…

Stay tuned.

April 26, 2011

Visiting Chicago: Round Two

Almost exactly a year ago I spent three fantastic days in Chicago. I fell in love with the city and experienced so many new and exciting things. So when the opportunity arose to go to Chicago again this year, I knew immediately I was going back.


After the trip last year, I wrote two very detailed blog posts about my travels. I thought they might be interesting to those coming on the trip for the first time this year.

If you would like to read the first post, click here. And, if you would also like to read the second post, click here.

In just under a week I'll return to the Windy City, and I can't wait! Get ready Chicago. I'm baaack!

January 3, 2011

If the shoe fits...

Tomorrow is the first day of my first work placement, and I am having a minor wardrobe malfunction.

Well, it’s not so much a wardrobe malfunction as a serious shoe malfunction. Over Christmas, mom and I went shopping and purchased as much business attire as our combined budgets would allow. I feel I’m fine in the clothing department, but as always, I’ve managed to overlook shoes.

I feel that I should make one fact very clear before continuing with this post: I HATE SHOES.

In elementary school and junior high, I stood at least a full foot taller than most boys I went to school with. I was always one of the girls forced to stand in the middle of the back row for school photographs because that’s where the tall people always were stuck. I’ve been called “Bigfoot,” “Tree,” “Gigantor,” and a host of other names that only bring back painful memories. Simply put, my height was my nemesis and I developed a complex.



Sure they LOOK innocent. But man do they cause a lot of panic...

For years, I have battled with what I put on my feet in an effort to make myself appear shorter. I wore the flattest running shoes I could find for years, and wouldn’t even consider the possibility of high heels. But now that I am older I am actually content with my height. I don’t mind if I’m taller than someone, because that’s going to happen whether I like it or not. I’ve embraced my height – finally – but unfortunately I’m still having trouble embracing my footwear.

So here’s the dilemma...

I have one pair of black high heels, one pair of black flats, three pairs of boots and I can’t figure out what to choose. I’m wearing a black pantsuit that is simply begging to be worn with heels. I tried on my black ones, and they actually look pretty good, BUT, I don’t know how long my feet will last in them. The longest I’ve ever worn a pair of heels comfortably is three hours, and even that was a stretch.

What if I fall on my face? What if I fall down the stairs? I can’t decide if this is a situation where I should look good or be comfortable. I’m leaning toward the latter, but this is uncharted waters and I’m a little confused.

Help. Gah.

October 22, 2010

Market research at the mall

I have never been one of those people who like to spend an extended period of time at the mall. Also, there is absolutely no way that I would ever be at a mall on a Monday morning unless it was for a school assignment. Therefore, I was shocked to see how many people were at Polo Park Shopping Centre (Polo Park) at 10:30 a.m. on October 18, 2010.

There were an eclectic variety of people from many different backgrounds at Polo Park this past Monday. The majority of mall patrons were senior citizens, and they were usually in groups of two or three. They didn’t seem to have a specific purchasing goal in mind, and appeared to be using the outing as a social experience. There were also a number of parents – specifically mothers – walking around with young children. In addition, I noticed a few groups of teenagers (who looked like they were skipping school), some well-off, non-working women, and a number of business professionals.

When watching each of the different types of mall patrons shop, I noticed that most people could be placed in two different categories. First, there were the “committed purchasers.” They were the people who were at the mall with a list of specific items to buy, and they moved purposefully from store to store. People in this category were primarily business professionals and parents with children, however, there were a few senior citizens and teens that seemed like they were on a mission as well.

Committed purchasers made decisions in record time, and one woman was in and out of Sephora in seven minutes with perfume, lipstick, and eye shadow. It appeared that she had already previously decided what she wanted, and was simply coming to the mall to pick it all up. I noticed no common patterns in what committed purchasers were selecting, and the only similar thread was the fact that they all seemed rushed, slightly impatient, and eager to move on to the next store.

Second, there were a number of “random browsers.” These were the people who obviously had nowhere to be and nothing specific to do. They seemed to be simply enjoying the fact that they could peruse the array of clothing, shoes, and accessories the mall sells undisturbed and unmolested by crowds. People in this category were primarily senior citizens and truant teenagers. I couldn’t determine much about their purchasing decisions or patterns because I didn’t actually see a random browser buy anything. I even went as far as to follow one elderly lady into three separate stores, but she left the mall disappointingly empty-handed.

I attempted to speak to a sales associate in Lululemon, and I was unceremoniously shut down. She told me that employees aren’t allowed to speak to customers about shopping trends, and I should contact the public relations department with my inquiry. This answer seemed strange, so I talked to a sales associate in GUESS as well. She was much more helpful, and actually wanted to answer my questions. I asked about discounts, and she stated that a customer would usually be interested in a sale if there were a savings over 10 per cent. Twenty per cent and up were the most favourable sales, she explained, but Winnipeggers will pretty much get out of bed for anything, including free garbage.

My favourite store to shop at was Lululemon. The organization was simple, it was easy to find what I was looking for, and it wasn’t too crowded. I like the fact that the clothing is organized by item. The pants were in the pants section, the shirts were in the shirt section, and sweatshirts and jackets were at the front. GUESS was also organized well, and it was easy for me to find both casual clothing and dress clothing because they were each in their own section. Also, the service at both stores was very friendly, and this made me enjoy the experience even more.

No matter where I go, or what I do, my favourite store will always be Swarovski. When I was in Europe last summer I visited the headquarters in Austria and absolutely fell in love with the brand. Everything is so shiny, so regal, and so gorgeous. I spent 20 minutes inside the store at Polo Park, and it was great. In addition to having a beautifully laid out selection of items, the sales associates were incredibly friendly. They kept mentioning that I should be having fun as I’m shopping, and that it’s fine to try things on without purchase because Swarovski jewellery is meant to be experienced. I think that was a very effective sales tactic, and I would have bought something if I wasn’t a starving student with no money.

In Sephora, I actually purchased a $24 tube of lip-gloss. It was an impulse buy that I can’t really afford, but I was mesmerized by the Parisian Moulin Rouge display that accompanied the line of beauty products. After returning to school, I eagerly pulled out my purchase to show it to a few classmates. Imagine my surprise when the item I pulled out of the box was NOT my beloved lip-gloss, but a completely different and thoroughly ugly tube of lip plumper. It had apparently been labeled incorrectly, and I was furious. As mentioned at the beginning of this report, I’m really not a mall person. Now, I have to get on a bus and go all the way back to Polo Park to return the item and – hopefully – get the correct one. That isn’t how I envisioned ending this assignment, and I definitely won’t be purchasing anything from Sephora again as a result.

Overall opinion: People shopping at a mall on a Monday morning largely don’t have anywhere else they need to be. While this is slightly depressing, it is also a huge advertising opportunity, and holding sales and promotions during this time would drastically increase traffic.

August 19, 2010

Jeans = my nemesis

I’ve recently entered that special time of year when I pull out my fall clothes and try them on. It’s not that I’m excited for winter, exactly. I just want to make sure everything fits.

Usually, I’m good to go, and most of my clothing remains just as it was when I packed it away last season. Occasionally, however, I have an issue with jeans.

I rarely gain weight during summer, but for some reason, my jeans usually fit funny. I think it has something to do with the loose-fitting shorts and skirts that make up the bulk of my summer wardrobe. Wearing jeans after a four months hiatus usually feels weird.

This season, true to form, my favourite pair of well-worn jeans won’t quite fit right. To remedy the problem, I did what I usually do – go shopping and buy new jeans.

And here lies the dilemma... I absolutely suck at shopping for jeans.

I have one of those weird body types that aren’t exactly user-friendly when it comes to denim. I have long legs, which means that jeans are usually either too long or too short. I also have almost no butt to speak of, which only compounds the problem. Most people who wear a 36-inch inseam have a figure, whereas I don’t.

What I wouldn’t give to be rich and famous with the luxury of a personal clothing designer and tailor on staff. Then, maybe, I could find a pair of jeans that would fit correctly without the angst and tears that usually accompany my search. There have been many shouting matches between my mother and me over the delicate topic of jeans shopping over the years, and if I had had someone to personally design a pair for me, mom and I could have spent the energy we wasted fighting on more constructive activities.

I’ve scoured both Polo Park and St. Vital Centre, and found nothing. With hundreds of clothing stores, one would assume that I could find something that resembles a well-fitting pair of jeans.

Nope. Not so lucky.

Jeans are my nemesis. The perfect pair, for me, is on par with a unicorn. They might exist, somewhere, but I’ll never know for sure.