I've got a bone to pick with Target.
I sailed into Target tonight, giddily free of any children. I was about to pass by the clothing section when I stopped and sucked in my breath through my teeth. Sssst. No. way. Tara Jarmon has this amazing line of vintage inspired, gorgeous clothing. This is not the usual, "Well it's not bad and I don't have time to go to the mall stuff". These are outfits I scour ebay for, drool over at high-end department stores and usually only see in cute little boutiques in size 2.
Good god, I just about wet my panties when I saw this trenchcoat.
Now I'm not gonna lie. Before the babies I managed to get my badunkadunk into a size 16/18. That's xl to xxl in Target speak. But since then I have been fighting my way down and out of the Womanly Wide section. So I rushed my jiggly ass over to Women's, excited to see what Tara had cooked up for us curvy broads. I figured it would only be a circle rack or two, but I was still filled with anticipation. Surely there would be something for me. Nothing. Zip. Nada. There was just some sad looking clothing with exaggerated darts under the breasts. And by the way Target, I may have an x after my size, but it doesn't mean I am sporting a couple of Double E's (much to my husband's dismay). Can we take in the titty fabric a bit?
Now this lack of fashion in Target's plus section ticks me off for many reasons. The main one being that there are so many clothing options that would be incredibly flattering to larger woman over in Target's "regular" women's section. Tucked waists, flowing fabrics and nice simple designs. Step on over into fattyfat land and you've got oxfords. Fucking oxfords! If I accidentally see something cute it's always an escapee from the misses section.
God forbid they do anything "trendy". It's clear that the nice fat girls are expected to button up their stripey oxfords, pull on their capris and melt into the background. Those shoppers that don't know they are not to be seen are obviously a group of bold, brash tubbers that would only want the worst of trends. The tight tank top with the glittery dragon snaking up the side or the clingy rayon blouse with gold threads and an ATTACHED cami. Cause Jesus knows we portly chicks can't be trusted to know that we should wear a cami. We wouldn't want to accidentally let a renegade roll of back fat escape.
I did find this amazing online label called Blue Plate. I gasp, I yell "No way!" because I can't believe someone finally got it right for the ladies with junk in their trunk. It's vintage styling, it's subtle but sometimes funky. They cut the strapless dresses to hide your armpit flap. And...it's a little out of my budget right now.
Frankly I'm feeling a little bitter that the promise land of cute, affordable, open after the kids are in bed, fashion was placed in front of me with Tara's Target line and then...psyche!
But, really I'll be fine Target. I bought a nice wide cut, double knit tee shirt with a sparkly applique on it. It'll look swell with my tapered tan pants I bought last week.