Sweet Nothings Du Jour: 5/22/13 Bravissimo’s Summer Collection

Well, well, well.  Bravissimo just released some of their new summer styles, and I don’t want to say that they designed them JUST for me, or anything, but really, let’s look at the evidence:

"Boudoir Beau" in Ivory/Raspberry.  28 E-J, 30-38 DD-K

“Boudoir Beau” in Ivory/Raspberry. 28 E-J, 30-38 DD-K

I’ve been asking for a new colorway of Boudoir Beau ever since I fell in love with the green version, and here’s a sweet Raspberry.

"Candy Bliss".  28 DD-J, 30-38 DD-K.

“Candy Bliss”. 28 DD-J, 30-38 DD-K.

A pretty new style with a delicate floral print and sheer/polka dot panels.

"Sweet Bon Bon".  28-38 DD-J.

“Sweet Bon Bon”. 28-38 DD-J.

Notice a theme yet?  Also, [insert customary approval of all things polka-dotted].

"Cherry Fling".  28 E-J, 30-38 DD-K.

“Cherry Fling”. 28 E-J, 30-38 DD-K.

THIS IS BASICALLY MY FAVORITE EVER.

It seems like SOMEONE wants Sweets to buy all the dessert-themed bras ever and pair them with recipes.  I see what you’re doing, Bravissimo.  I’m onto you.  I will not be seduced by your wily tricks.

Except I totally will.  Cherry bra, you will be mine.

In all seriousness, I’m increasingly impressed with the quality and creativity of Bravissimo’s own lingerie designs.  All of their new-season styles include G+ sizes, and several include J+.  Alana is available up to an L cup in a pretty new Aqua shade, Sweet Bon Bon is (I think) their first (as Astrid reminds me below, their second) half-cup up to a J-cup, and the popular Rococo Charm bra has returned in a bright, summery coral.  I am a little surprised to see how few options there are for 28 backs over a J cup: Bravissimo only carries two styles, and both are by Panache.  I know that demand for 28JJs and 28Ks is probably significantly lower than other sizes, but it would be nice for women who wear those sizes to have options besides white, beige, and black, even if it’s just one option.  That concern aside, the summer collection reflects a good balance of styles: half cups, balconettes, and plunges, bright, cheerful colors, and whimsical prints, as well as bra-sized camisole and halter tops in an array of colors, now up to H cups (although still no 28 backs).

Both Bravissimo and Pepperberry seem to really shine when their collections reflect a cohesive theme (as Pepperberry’s 2012 Autumn 1940s-influenced collection did).  If the theme of Bravissimo’s Spring release was florals, the theme for Summer is most definitely sweetness.  I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but while I wouldn’t want my entire lingerie drawer crammed full of pink and frills, I’m already dreaming of raspberry ice creams, cherry pies, pink meringues, lemon cookies …

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Bravissimo’s full summer collection, including styles from other full-bust brands like Panache, Cleo, and Freya, is available here.

Us Beautiful People

The fabulous Bras and Body Image shared this lovely post on Facebook this week:

Us Beautiful People

Obviously I love this.  I kind of squealed in delight.

I am also being 100% serious when I say that this simple, cheerful, polite, utterly badass response to common, run-of-the-mill trolling kind of rocked my world. Last week I was having some anxiety/icky-feeling flare-ups, and was sitting weepily at my desk thinking “whyyyy am I such a mess?”, and then Friday I got my period, and I swear every month I’m all “what is wrong with me I’M A MONSTER— Oh.” Like at age 28 it’s a surprise. ANYHOO. The point is, I have been struggling to love my body lately.

Not when I’m out doing things, mind you. When I’m walking around or doing my thing in my pole dancing classes or messing with the cats or cooking or what have you, I feel grand about my body! I love feeling tired and sore after a dance class, and sleeping the sleep of the physically fit. I love having the energy to run around the city. It’s when I look in a mirror or try on clothes and see myself through the lens of models and magazines and diet ads and other people’s eyes that I falter. I don’t think I’ve ever once looked in a mirror and said “Yeah! Right on.” Never. I have been self-conscious about my weight since I was five or six years old. I look back at pictures of myself as a child and think “ahhhhhh you scrawny little moppet with dimply cheeks you are perfect!”, and I look back at pictures of myself in college and think “well, your hairstyles certainly had quite a time, but you yourself are Fine!”, but I truly can’t remember a time when I looked at myself in the present moment and thought that I, as a whole, looked good.

The incredible Gabi Fresh, modeling one of her designs.

The incredible Gabi Fresh, modeling one of her designs.

I mean, lots of us have seen this gorgeous woman, right? This is Gabi Fresh, and I look at her in her bikini, and all I can think is “You look freaking amazing.” Her body is no better nor worse than a “mainstream” swimsuit model’s; she just looks like her, an absolutely awesome version of her, in a fantastic bikini.

I wonder sometimes why, if I think that Gabi, or a more “mainstream” model, or my girlfriends, or strangers at the beach look great in their bikinis, I can’t extend the same thumbs up to myself. I think it’s easy to get sucked into a “yes, but” mentality about ourselves. Sometimes it’s rooted in a natural desire for self-improvement, personal growth, and other aspirations. “Yes, I totally nailed that pole trick! But now I want more! For my next challenge, I will work on doing it on my non-dominant side, or from the air instead of the floor.” Or “Yes, I totally just ran three miles, but next I want to run a 10k!”  Goals and challenges can be fun and stimulating, so we say “yes, I did that, but now, I’ll do this.” Unfortunately that can easily become “Yes, my hair looks great today, but my face is being dumb,” or “Yes, my boobs look fabulous in this bra, but my belly is puffy and annoying.”

I don’t think I’d ever considered the possibility that my beauty wasn’t constantly in danger of disappearing. I have always had the mindset of looking for a specific point at which I’d be perfect, or finally be beautiful, or finally be attractive or alluring to someone I loved. What if I gained five pounds? I better hurry to fix it.  What if I lost five pounds? I better try to lose more.  What if, by some miracle, I got pretty, and then lost the pretty and never got it back?

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I ordered a bikini this summer (the one above, by Panache*), because my bra size has changed since last year and I want a swimsuit that fits properly and feels good to wear at my friend’s bachelorette weekend in June. It arrived this week, and with the triumphant images of  Gabi, Georgina, my gorgeous friends,and other awesome women in mind, I opened the box and tried it on. And then I crashed. I mean, really, just utterly crashed and burned. Every terrible thing I’ve ever been told or thought about my body just came roaring out: your boobs are too big to wear a bikini! Put them away! You have too much back fat! You’re too short-waisted to wear a high-waisted bikini bottom! Your middle’s too thick and your hips are too narrow! You look inappropriate! You’re too pale! You’re too wobbly! You’re not toned!  You’re too tall and you’ll attract too much attention! You’re too flashy in those bright colors! You should wear something more discreet!  P.S. Your hair is also stupid!

GOD, BRAIN, SHUT UP.

I aspire to the (seemingly) effortless self-confidence and self-love of someone like Ianthe, and the grace with which she schooled her anonymous troll.  Comments like “you’d be so pretty if you lost weight” are designed to destabilize, to hurt, to make the recipient shrink back, to tell her to disappear, to discount her.  They’re designed to reinforce the idea that a woman is only worth as much as her beauty, which is in turn solely dependent on her weight.  I talk a lot about beauty coming in many different forms because I genuinely believe that it does.  I believe because I have seen it.  I have tangible proof: in movies and magazines, yes, but also in my friends, my co-workers, the women in my dance classes, in my family, in women I’ve met through writing the blog.  Really, just knock-your-socks-off beauty: it’s there, and it manifests so differently and magnificently in every woman.  I talk about it over and over and over again in the hope that I can re-route the thought patterns that years of judgment and criticism have carved deeply into my brain.  What I know to be true about others, though, I still struggle to apply to myself.  I accept any criticisms or negative feedback as absolute God’s-honest-truth, yet hear compliments and assume the giver is lying to “be nice”.  Which is ultimately hugely disrespectful to the giver, but never mind.

So yeah, when I saw myself in my bikini, I got mad at my body first, and then I got mad at my brain, for not walking the walk when my goal in life is to talk the talk as hard as I can.  Why couldn’t I tap into the same self-love Ianthe, Georgina, Gabi, and others have shared so beautifully before me?  Why DIDN’T I feel like life sure is a breeze?

I don’t have a good answer, except to give myself the space and the time to keep working on it.  The same thing happened the last time I put on a bikini, and I’m sure it will happen again before all is said and done.  The dark and cranky pathways in our brains have years and years and years of nasty thoughts and words crowding out the good stuff, and it will take time before the healthier, more reasonable, and more loving thoughts are strong enough to stand their ground.  I thought about returning the bikini and looking for something more “discreet” and “appropriate”, but I’m going to keep it, if only to have as my next personal challenge.  I’m going to wear it.  I’m sure I will feel self-conscious, and I’m sure there will be some nasty thoughts that pipe up, but if I want to be one of “us beautiful people”, I want to wear something fun and bright, and I want to learn to enjoy it.

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*Quick review: dang, this bikini top rules.  The fit is PERFECT, 100% true-to-size, and majorly comfy and supportive.  My only minor quibble is that based on the promo images I thought the straps and band would be a bit wider, in keeping with the retro look, when in reality they’re both quite thin.  I don’t mind this in a bra, but I do think it would be both more comfortable (bigger boobs can be heavier boobs) and more flattering to have a bikini top with wider straps and a deeper band that didn’t dig in as much.  The colors are fantastically flattering to my pale skin/dark hair, I love the sweetheart neckline, and the briefs are very comfy as well.  They’re maybe a teensy bit big through the hips and rear, but I wouldn’t want to size down, because I don’t want a lot of digging at the waist.  They come up REALLY high on me, as I’m short-waisted, so they’ll keep the retro look very nicely on longer-waisted women too.  I ordered mine from Breakout Bras, which has a lovely selection of bras, maternity needs, and swimwear,  and which offers fit advice on every product page, as well as free (and fast– ordered Sunday night, arrived Wednesday) shipping and fantastic service.  Both bikini and store get a big thumbs-up from me!

The Fab Fit Academy with Ali Cudby

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If Ali Cudby’s name sounds familiar, it’s because I’ve fangirled her a few times before.  Namely here, when I reviewed her book (Busted! The FabFoundations Guide to Bras that Fit, Flatter and Feel Fantastic) shortly after starting Sweet Nothings and basically loved the hell out of it, and then here, when I met her at Curve and she had on awesome stockings and we talked about Bravissimo.  I was absolutely thrilled when she announced the launch of The Fab Fit Academy, and I didn’t have to think too hard before signing up as a charter member.  After writing Sweet Nothings for a year, I know now more than ever that I want to work in the lingerie industry in some capacity for the foreseeable future.  I love writing my blog, and I love the things I’ve learned and the people I’ve met, but eventually I’m going to want to do more, and part of the more will involve bra fitting.

I’ve read A LOT about bra fitting in the last six years, and Ali’s approach is the one rings truest.  As lovely as it would be, there simply is no single method, no one system, no perfect “algorithm” (who can’t let it go?  Is it me?) that will spit out the perfect bra size for each and every woman.  It would be swell if buying a bra was as easy as buying a t-shirt, but it’s not that simple, because bodies aren’t that simple.  If my identical twin sister and I, who share something like 99.89 percent of our genetic makeup, wear different sizes and generally prefer different kinds of bras, the likelihood that we’re all supposed to wear 34C padded t-shirt bras is pretty low.  Size guides, calculators, and fitting charts will only ever be more-or-less helpful guides; it’s usually impossible to know exactly how a bra will fit and feel until you try it on.  This is why it’s so important to focus on FIT, not on SIZE.  We may all in fact wear a few different sizes depending on different brands and styles, and unless we know good bra fit criteria, it can be hard to know where to start.

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For someone who cares passionately about helping women find bras they love that make them feel wonderful, Fab Fit Academy is the answer to a prayer.

It’s a very exciting time in the lingerie industry: there have never been more brands offering beautiful, supportive bras and lingerie in a vast range of sizes.  It’s great for me as a blogger, because I want to see All the New Things! and stay on top of all the new developments, and it’s great for customers, who have never had more options, but with so much conflicting, out-of-date fit advice and inconsistent sizing from brand to brand and country to country, it can be bewildering and overwhelming for many women to figure out what brands, styles, and sizes will feel the best and suit their lifestyles.

The Fab Fit Academy will change that.  Offering bra fitters, boutique owners, and bra educators an enormously comprehensive overview of bra sizes, bra styles, bra fitting fundamentals and more advanced topics like breast anatomy and age or lifestyle-related breast changes, FFA reinforces the concept that size doesn’t matter; it’s fit that’s most important.  Students get immediate hands-on experience, putting each lesson into practice in the fitting room as quickly as possible and returning to the class with any questions or feedback.  From a lingerie industry novice to women who are great at fitting themselves but have never worked with others, the experience is invaluable.

In FFA, Ali outlines the B.U.S.T.E.D formula, inspired by her book:

Begin with your Band
Understand your Underwire
Smooth your Cups
Tack your Gore
Ease your Straps
Determine your Shape

I know I said above that there wasn’t a “magic formula”, and it’s true: the B.U.S.T.E.D. formula doesn’t really let you punch in numbers so it can spit out a bra size.  However, understanding each component of the formula not only clarified and refined my understanding of fit, but it’s also helping me break out of my size-oriented approach to things.  I have a really hard time coping with any personal size fluctuations.  For a variety of fun and awesome reasons (need sarcasm font), I sometimes fall into the trap of attaching an enormous amount of weight and judgment to my clothing and bra sizes, and if something in “my size” doesn’t fit me well, it can really shake my body confidence.  FFA gently helps us break apart the components of good fit to show that there’s way, way more going on than just band + cup, and that the size on the tag isn’t nearly as important as the bra on the woman.

That psychological and emotional response to bra fitting is one of the most important topics Ali covers.  Students will leave each class with an enhanced understanding of the emotional aspects of bra fitting, and they will have tools to help the women they fit who may struggle with body image, self-perception, and insecurities.  Some women may be confident in their bodies and bra sizes and therefore averse to trying new things.  Others may have insecure or vulnerable feelings about their breasts, their bras, and their bodies.  You never know what sort of negative past experiences have shaped a woman’s view of herself, and Ali teaches, by instruction and by example, how to be sensitive to and understanding of a client’s physical and emotional state, and how to use your knowledge to help her find not only a good fit, but also how to boost her .

Ultimately, by offering comprehensive, consistent training, Fab Fit Academy will solve my number one disappointment with in-boutique fitting and shopping experiences: inconsistency.  Many women have experienced wonderful, life-changing service at a boutique, only to return for a second visit and receive indifferent or even poor service.  Boutiques and local businesses who follow the Fab Fit curriculum will be equipped to offer the kind of service that engenders happiness, loyalty, and praise in their customers.  In an age where savvy shoppers can find whatever they want online, FFA gives brick-and-mortar boutiques a tremendous advantage over their web-based counterparts.

Is the Fab Fit Academy for you?  Well, obviously I think it’s for everyone who may, one day, find themselves in the position of helping clients with their bras: lingerie (and wedding!) boutique owners, fitters, clothing designers, and perhaps especially stylists (think of the gift you could give your clients, by showing up armed with some amazing bra know-how).  If I had to give you any advice before signing up, it’s to make sure you allow yourself some time.  Homework involves both written and hands-on assignments, and they are time-consuming, especially for those of us who aren’t currently employed in the lingerie industry (classes assume you have access to a certain number of “customers” every week, and after a while I felt like I was running out of friends to pester).  I’ve scheduled and rescheduled appointments, traveled to stores, spent hours in the fitting room, sent follow-up emails, researched, researched, researched, and that’s all before tackling the written assignments.  My “real” job has been very demanding so far this year, and I have Project Wedding Cake and Sweet Nothings and lots of other commitments in the rotation right now, and I realize now that I dove into FFA headfirst without really making a plan and budgeting my time.  So . . . yeah, you guys, I’m still turning in my homework.  Fifteen-year-old me is horrified.

I would love, one day, to walk into a NYC lingerie boutique and see a little “Fab Fit Academy Certified” badge of honor in the window.  As a customer, it would give me the comfort of knowing that the store and its employees care about their customers’ fit and well-being as much as their sales (and of course ultimately helping your customer is one of the best ways to make a sale– see Erica and her amazing work with A Sophisticated Pair).  I’m also so glad I (will, once I finish my homework) have my certification as I begin to figure out how I want to build my career, because that certification means that I have completed a certain number of hours, have specific expertise, and have been evaluated by a third party as Knowing My Stuff.  Sure, I knew a lot about bra fitting from the many excellent resources available on the internet.  I could fit myself pretty well.  But I now feel confident about going out into the world and helping any woman who might come to me for a fitting.  I may not have all the answers for every situation, because of course you learn more over time, but I would know how to find the answers, how to ask questions, and how to treat my client with dignity, support, and respect.  My tremendous thanks to Ali for making such a fantastic resource available to us all.

Registration is now open for the second session of the Fab Fit Academy.

Review: Liliana by Tutti Rouge

Remember how back in January we found the Tutti Rouge campaign videos, and I was all “OMG this is right. up. my. alley.”?

Some of Tutti Rouge's Spring/Summer styles, including a pretty purple version of "Liliana" (right).

Some of Tutti Rouge’s Spring/Summer styles, including a pretty purple version of “Liliana” (left).  ”Betty” (right) will be available at Bravissimo in June.

I WAS RIGHT.

There has been a lot of excitement surrounding the launch. Offering bras in sizes 28-38 DD-HH (with Liliana available up to a J), the new brand has turned heads with their charming, flirty videos, bright and colorful styles, attention to detail, impressive size range, and attractive price point.  Bras are designed to suit natural and enhanced figures equally well, and the designs, colors, and unusual accessories speak to a sophisticated understanding of the current market, as well as a strong appeal to a youthful customer base.  The brand has a warm and cheerful presence on multiple social media platforms, and a snazzy official website is in the works.  I was thrilled when Tutti Rouge reached out to me to offer me the lovely “Liliana” set to review for Sweet Nothings.  [Note: Tutti Rouge provided this set for review.  All opinions are my own.]

Pro tip: when a brand new company goes out of their way to send you a treat, consider giving them the correct zip code.  Oh I wanted to die when I realized what I’d done.

My beautiful package finally made it to me last week, and I raced home to examine it closely.

Well-played, Tutti Rouge.

Well-played, Tutti Rouge.

The presentation was just another indication of Tutti Rouge’s strong sense of their brand and aesthetic.  I felt like I was opening the most fun, girly Christmas present ever; once I unwrapped the pink mailer, I found a black box with the TR logo, pink tissue paper, a carefully folded lingerie set, a branded lipgloss and candy stick, and a “Top Secret” letter addressed to Sweet Nothings.  I won’t lie, it made me feel special.

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Adorable.

A lot of the bloggers I talk with regularly have been just as excited about Tutti Rouge as I am, and, interestingly, lots of us were a little hesitant about the aggressively pink color for Liliana.  I don’t tend to wear a lot of pink, both for personal and professional reasons, and I even tend to bypass pink lingerie, just because it can be a default color after beige/black/white.  Further, I’m kind of loud and obnoxious about my preference for cut-and-sew non-padded bras.  It’s all a matter of body type and preference; many full-bust women feel most supported in padded bras; I always feel insecure and unsupported in them.

Stealth polka dots.  Polka dots are my weakness.

Stealth polka dots. Polka dots are my weakness.

This is why every time I decide I’m set in my ways I’m thrown for a loop.  Liliana is gorgeous.  Gorgeous.  The pink has been described by others as “bubblegum” or “strawberry” (hence yesterday’s Strawberry Tarts), and I see it as a bright, bold pink, not quite neon, not quite coral, but hugely flattering to a range of skin tones.  The construction takes the best of padded and non-padded bras and brings them harmoniously together.  The lower section of the cups is very thinly padded, with a vertical center seam for lift, and the top part of the cup is sheer stretch lace (certain sizes, including mine, feature an additional lining under the lace, which stabilizes the top of the cup but doesn’t interfere with the sheer look).  Trimmed with ivory ribbons, bows at the center gore and straps, and pretty heart-shaped strap adjusters, the bra features classic construction with sweet, cheeky twists.

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The coordinating short and a detail shot of the gorgeous, gorgeous lace. So pretty, right?

Tutti Rouge’s attention to detail is really impressive.  I love the cut of the shorts: the legline is cut quite low in the front, providing a really nice level of coverage, but the rise in the back is ever-so-slightly cheeky.  The stretch lace is hugely comfortable, and the ribbon trim sasses it up without digging in.  I requested the same size as I wear in Panache (one size up from Eveden and Bravissimo) and the fit was spot on.  They are lovely and perfect and I want to wear them forever.

This isn't a great representation of the color, but look at the adjusters!

This isn’t a great representation of the color, but look at the adjusters!  Also, one side of the hooks says “Tutti” and the other side says “Rouge”.  Freaking adorable.

The materials are all soft to the touch, the construction is immaculate, and the design carefully considered.  Let’s talk about fit!

I requested my current “standard” size (same as I wear in Panache and Bravissimo) for the bra.  While my poor box was lost in transit, I read other reviewers’ reports that some women were finding the cups a little small.  I tried my set on with a little trepidation.

The goods news:

The band is nice and firm, and I find it true-to-size compared to Panache, possibly slightly smaller.  Some women find they need to size down in the band with Eveden or Bravissimo bras; I’d encourage you NOT to size down in the band for Tutti Rouge, as the bands are not overly stretchy.  The bottom edge of elastic is quite tight; indeed my only quibble with the band is I wish the stretch were more even throughout.  The bra closes with three rows of three columns of hooks and eyes, and the straps are fully adjustable.  Very often “plunge” bras in G+ sizes are glorified balconettes, but I consider Liliana to be a true plunge bra.  The gore is a bit taller than my Starburst plunge bra from Bravissimo, but it is slightly lower than Freya’s plunge balcony styles.

The bad news: the cups are, indeed, too small.

The cups are really beautifully shaped.  They don’t offer as much projection as some women find in Cleo or Ewa Michalak, and in fact I’d say it’s the most low-profile my silhouette has looked in a long time, but I kind of like it!  It’s a nice change of pace.  The wire placement really suits my shape: not too wide, and even though the cups are shallower than Panache, I don’t feel smushed the way I would in a minimizer bra.  I was worried that there would be a really noticeable bump where the padded section of the cup met the sheer lace section, but I actually found the profile to look quite smooth, so yay!

Unfortunately, there isn’t quite enough room in the cups, so my breast tissue is being pushed up and out of the top of the bra.  It looks like I’m leaning face-first against a wall, and my boobs are being squished up my chest.  Not the cutest look.  If you are between sizes, or you feel like you’re “at capacity” in your current bras, I’d strongly encourage you to try a cup size (or even two) higher than you might wear in other brands.  While I know this is discouraging to true J-cups who may find themselves sized out of this style, remember that new brands often have the opportunity to adjust their patterns in response to customer feedback.  Claudette and Curvy Kate have both adjusted patterns to improve fit in recent seasons, so don’t despair!  The fact that Tutti Rouge launched with such an impressive size range reflects a real commitment to their full-bust customer base.

From the immaculate details and great design to the impressive shape and support, Tutti Rouge is an overall winner.  I will absolutely be purchasing a Liliana bra of my own in a different size, and I am eagerly awaiting the launch of future styles.  I’ve gone from being someone who is adamantly anti-pink and anti-padding to someone who wants more of both!  Tutti Rouge’s final accomplishment?  Bras retail for around $40– a really attractive price point in the full-bust market!

A+, highly recommended, would buy again.  What do you think of Tutti Rouge?

“Liliana” is available at Bravissimo, Esty Lingerie, and Runway Republic, with more retailers to follow.

For more reviews, check out The Lingerie Lesbian, Holly’s review for The Lingerie Addict, Busts4Justice, and Fuller Figure Fuller Bust.

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White Chocolate and Strawberry Tarts

Spring is finally here! Oh, New York has just been disgracefully beautiful lately. I spent much of the last two weekends outside, basking in the bright sun, calm breeze, and clear skies. Even the woman in Grand Central who called me an idiot for walking past her at the coffee shop (????) can’t bring me down. I mentioned on Twitter that my supervisors gave me a Williams-Sonoma gift card for Staff Appreciation Week, and along with wedding cake supplies I ordered this adorable mini tart pan. It’s one of those totally useless kitchen items that are good for one thing and otherwise take up room, but I couldn’t say no. Besides, it’s not just good for one thing: I can make mini quiches too. So there.

I have a huge stash of white chocolate as part of Project Wedding Cake, and I just got some gorgeous, in-season strawberries, so let’s get Spring rolling!

White chocolate can be tricky to find, but you have to make sure that the only fat in the ingredient list is cocoa butter, not vegetable oil.  Don't use anything labelled "White chocolate-flavored", and don't use white chocolate chips.  Lindt, Baker's, and Valrhona (which I splurged on here) all make very good white chocolate.

Good white chocolate can be tricky to find, but you have to make sure that the only fat in the ingredient list is cocoa butter, not vegetable oil. Don’t use anything labelled “White chocolate-flavored”, and don’t use white chocolate chips. Lindt, Baker’s, Callebaut, and Valrhona (which I splurged on here) all make very good white chocolate.

White Chocolate Mousse and Strawberry Tarts
adapted, barely, from Bon Appetit

For the crust:

1 1/4 c. unbleached all-purpose flour
1/4 c. granulated sugar
1/4 tsp. salt
1/2 c. (1 stick) chilled unsalted butter, cut into 1/2-inch pieces
1 large egg yolk
1 tbsp (or more) ice water

For the mousse:

6 oz. good-quality white chocolate, chopped
1 1/4 c. chilled whipping cream
1/2 tsp. vanilla extract
3 large egg whites
1/8 tsp cream of tartar

For the topping:

1/3 c. seedless strawberry or raspberry jam
1 tbsp. fresh lemon juice
16 oz.  strawberries, hulled, thinly sliced lengthwise

Combine flour, sugar, and salt in a food processor and pulse a few times to blend.  Add the butter and pulse until the butter is broken up and evenly incorporated; the mixture will look like coarse, damp sand.  Whisk the egg yolk and the ice water together in a small bowl, then add to the processor and pulse to combine, until the dough just begins to come together, adding more ice water if necessary.  Turn the dough out onto a lightly floured work surface and roll out evenly.

If you’re making one large tart, roll dough out into one large circle, fold it over a rolling pin, and ease into an 8″ or 9″ tart pan, pressing evenly.  Fold any overhang over into the sides of the pan to create a double layer around the sides.  Prick the crust all over with a fork.  Line the pan with aluminum foil and fill with pie weights.  If you’re making tartlets, cut out circles slightly larger than the dimension of  your pans and press them gently into the pans.  Prick the crusts all over with a fork.

Place the prepared tart pan(s) in freezer for 30 minutes.  Preheat the oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit.

For one large tart: remove prepared pan from the freezer and bake for about 25 minutes.  Remove the foil and pie weights and bake for an additional 15-20 minutes, until crust is fully baked and golden brown.

For tartlets: remove prepared pans from freezer and bake for about 15 minutes, until fully baked and golden brown (no need for pie weights with the little guys).

Cool crusts completely.

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Combine chopped white chocolate and 1/4 c. heavy whipping cream in the top of a double boiler over low heat.  Stir until melted and smooth, and then allow to cool until lukewarm.

Beat 1 c. cream and the vanilla extract in the bowl of an electric mixer until peaks form.  In a separate bowl and with clean beaters, beat egg whites and cream of tartar until thick and stiff peaks form.  Fold the egg whites into the white chocolate in three additions, and then fold in the whipped cream.  Spoon the mousse into the cooled tart shells and chill for two hours until set (I had a TON left over, which, oh NO, I have leftover white chocolate mousse, I’ll have to portion it into individual ramekins and chill it too, what a bummer).

Top the tarts with sliced strawberries.  Heat the jam and lemon juice in a small saucepan and stir until melted and smooth.  Brush the tops of the tarts with the jam.  Keep chilled until serving.

They're so tiny!

They’re so tiny!

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For my lingerie pairing, I’m just going to tease you a little bit more:

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New brand Tutti Rouge has finally arrived, with gorgeous, strawberry-colored Liliana making her debut.  Full review tomorrow!

Are we SERIOUSLY supposed to be on board with True & Co.’s MILF campaign?

I wasn’t going to write about this.  I was going to wait for the campaign to blow up in their faces as a piece of extremely, EXTREMELY poor judgment hiding behind the shield of “there’s no such thing as bad publicity.”  And then True & Co. wrote their own blog response, and then I replied, respectfully and courteously, on Facebook, from the Sweet Nothings page, and then six hours later they deleted my comment.

And then I got really, really pissed off.

For those of you who aren’t familiar, True & Co. is an online lingerie retailer that promises to offer shoppers a hassle-free, algorithm-based bra fitting experience.  You tell them what size you’re wearing and what brand, you answer a series of fit questions, and then they supply several style and size suggestions based on your responses.  You pick a few, they throw a few others in your box for you to try as well, and you get a great in-home fitting room experience.  It sounds good, except it doesn’t work.

For starters, while they carry several full-bust brands, they don’t stock anything over an F-cup.  So when I took the quiz, I told them I was wearing my regular band size + an F cup, and described all the fit issues I’d have if I were indeed wearing that size.  True & Co’s suggestions?  F-cups.  Now look, I have no problem with a retailer’s not stocking my size.  No store can be all things to all women, so if they’d told me “It seems like you’ll find a good fit in a size [__].  We aren’t able to stock that size currently, but please continue to check back with us as we expand!” I’d have been totally satisfied.  Instead, rather than genuinely answer a fitting question, they tried to sell me bras they stocked, which would never have fit, which makes them no better at fitting than Victoria’s Secret.

With each successive blog post from True & Co., I became more and more uneasy.  The fact of the matter is that bra fitting is hugely, hugely subjective.  There is no way, NO WAY, an “algorithm” can POSSIBLY work for all women.  We are all shaped and built so differently, and our lifestyles and comfort levels and wants and needs are all so different, the best an online retailer can do is provide clear, accurate information about how to find a good fit and what it looks like.  True & Co doesn’t do that.  For more, be sure to read The Lingerie Lesbian’s recent excellent post, in which she shares multiple women’s experiences with the “fit service.”

Sigh.  I see what you did there.

Sigh. I see what you did there.

SO THEN, in the lead-up to Mother’s Day, rather than improve the quality of their online fit advice (sample: “If your underwire pains you, try a bralette!”  UM, NO*), they launch their MILF campaign, complete with pictures of young, hip mothers and their tiny, adorable children.

MILF, for those of you who still in blessed ignorance of the term, stands for Mom I’d Like to Fuck.  I know.  So cute, right?  Just, pardon me, fucking precious.  HI-larious, amirite bro?  So True & Co takes this delightful gift to the contemporary American vernacular and says, “You know what would be DARLING?  Is if we made a pun!  For Mother’s Day!  Yeah!  Let’s take an obscene, sexist, objectifying term and make it cute!  And let’s put pictures of bloggers and their tiny children in the campaign, because that’s not creepy at all!  And let’s invite women to submit pictures of their own mothers for our MILF wall!  A MILF wall?  Awesome!”

Surely, SURELY, there was someone at True & Co. whose soul quietly whispered, “Um, maybe not the best idea we’ve ever had?”

Oedipal, pedophilic creepiness aside, this campaign sucks.  It panders, it operates on the principal that sex sells, and it’s designed to startle (and I suspect work people like me into a sputtering rage, so mission accomplished?).  Jezebel has notes.  So does the Daily Mail.  They quote the lovely Denocte from Kurvendiskussionen, who left this comment on Facebook: “Nothing funny about this MILF joke. It’s sexist and makes a connection between bras and sex – bras are not all about sex. Plus, what’s even worse, it provides a connection between bra fitting and sexual stuff – ick! Bra fitting is NOTHING sexual, it’s about finding proper bra fit for your body.”

True & Co promised a response, and Wednesday night they posted this to their blog:

MILF – the term brings to mind pervy frat boys but who says they should own an acronym? MILF (Moms I’d Love to Fit)is about the best people in the world taking 5 minutes out of their busy day to treat themselves to a proper bra fitting and get a new bra. Who hasn’t known a mom who puts everyone else first and who has forgotten about taking care of herself?

We were inspired after hearing our customers tell us that the first time they had thought of themselves in a long time was when they took True&Co.’s online fit quiz. They then treated themselves to a home try-on box of great lingerie that fit their new post-baby bodies.

We meant the pun and we meant it in good fun. We think there’s nothing objectifying about a woman owning her sexuality. We’d be proud to be considered a MILF (Mom I’d Love to Fit).

True&Co. was created to change the bra industry. The bra and the terrible bra fitting room experience has remained the same since the modern bra was invented in 1930s. And let’s not even talk about panties. We celebrate empowerment – embrace your individual body type and love what’s underneath, whether you’re a mom, a daughter, a sister, anyone.

Apart from the fact that there are some major factual errors (bras and fitting room experiences have changed HUGELY since the 1930s, don’t even get me started, do your research, etc.), the whole post . . . doesn’t make sense?  Sometimes bra fitting isn’t about owning your sexuality; it’s about, you know, finding a bra that fits.  I stewed for a while, and then posted something along the lines of this (it never occurred to me to get a screengrab, so this is how I remember it):

I’m sorry, I still don’t really understand why using this term is a good idea.  It’s a sexist and objectifying term that many women feel strongly negative about, no matter how often you say “no, we’re reclaiming it!”  Lots of women feel objectified, judged, and vulnerable when they hear this word used, so why on earth would you introduce it into a bra fitting conversation, where lots of women already feel vulnerable?  Furthermore, why on earth would you put it in an ad campaign featuring children, ick?  Bras aren’t about sex, and bra fittings certainly aren’t about sex, and using this term implies that there is a sexually objectifying relationship between not only a mother and child, but also a woman and her fitter.  It’s really inappropriate, and it’s wrong, and I and many others don’t see it as “good fun.”

That’s right, y’all.  Those right there are the words that were too much for True & Co.  It seems, ironically, they just couldn’t handle the truth (& co.).  And thus they deleted that mighty, crushing Facebook comment from a tiny lingerie blogger, because THAT always shuts down a discussion, yes indeedy.

I know that a lot of good can be done by “reclaiming” negatively charged words.  Some people find it liberating and empowering.  Hell, pole dancing has negative, objectifying, degrading connotations for many people, and for me it’s one of the best things I’ve ever done for myself.  But I pole dance in a private sphere, not in a club in front of strangers, and therefore it’s a safe experience for me.  Bra fitting and making sexy, silly puns also happen in a private sphere.  When silly puns enter the public sphere and crash and burn so spectacularly, it would behoove their authors to consider that the problem isn’t the audience: it’s them.  Saying “oh, but you just don’t get it!” or “you just need to own your sexuality!” doesn’t cut it.

Your audience is offended and unimpressed, True & Co.  If you’re really trying to help women and make bra fitting an easier, stress-free experience, then issue an apology and pull the ads.  Grace, character, and competence win my loyalty much faster than base pandering.

*Hoookay, if your underwire pains you I have a few suggestions: always start by checking your band size.  It should fasten firmly on the loosest set of hooks, and it should lie smoothly across your back parallel with your underbust.  It shouldn’t be so loose that it rides up your back throughout the day.  Once you’ve got your band size fixed, you might want to try a larger cup size to help the wires open up a little.  A too-small cup can mean the wires are both too narrow and too short, so there won’t be room for all of your breast to sit in the cup.  The wires on the sides of the bra should encircle the breast tissue and lie directly against your ribs, not on top of any breast tissue.  If the wires are stabbing you in the armpit, you may need to try a brand or a style that’s cut a little lower.  If the center gore is digging into your sternum, try a bra with a lower center front, or even experiment with bending the wires gently until they fit your shape better.  Boom.  Let’s see an algorithm address all those possibilities.

Sweet Nothing Du Jour: 5/2/2013

I JUST now realized that today is Sweet Nothings’ birthday! And now we are 1.

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Hedwig! Aw, I used to have a cat who reminded me of Hedwig. Her name was Cookie Monster, and she had ‘tude.

Thank you so much for reading. I’ve loved meeting you, discussing Important Underwear Things with you, and learning with you. I truly never thought I’d write something and put it on the internet, much less keep up with it for a year, much less enjoy the hell out of it more and more each day. To everyone who reads, whether you comment or just stop by to read occasionally, you’ve made this something I’m enormously proud of.  Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I had no idea what was going to happen when I started writing about bras a year ago, and I have no idea what will happen this year, but I’m excited to see what’s coming our way. One thing’s for sure: there will be cake.

All my love and thanks,

Sweets

And now if you’ll excuse me, I’m in the middle of a baking project for next week’s posts. A baking project to pair with a certain brand-new very Sweet Something . . .

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The Perils of Ice Cream Socials

[Possible Trigger Warning-- I'll be discussing relationships with food, very cursorily and probably superficially.]

It was Staff Appreciation Week at my office last week, and I can’t lie: I generally feel super-appreciated each year.  Last year they hosted a cupcake-decorating class (still the best frosting job I’ve ever managed); this year they kicked things off with an in-office visit from Coldstone Creamery.  Sugar and Circuses, that’s the Firm’s motto.

Did I deliberately eat a small but healthy lunch, the better to save room for afternoon deliciousness?  Did I zoom downstairs to the conference room as soon as I got an email with “ice cream” in the subject line?  Did I ask for a cup with pretty much everything in it, even though the flavors did not, how should we say, “go together”?  Did I savor every over-the-top, sweet, delicious, ridiculous bite?  DUH.

DID PRACTICALLY EVERY SINGLE OTHER STAFF MEMBER TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE FREE ICE CREAM TO BITCH ABOUT CALORIES, SUGAR, FAT, AND DAIRY?  Of course they effing did.

Ohhh, I got mad.  In two minutes I decided that all of my co-workers were Food Police Minions of Awful.  Did they not realize that situations like this, of fun treats laden with guilt and judgment, led to terrible, horrible, no-good very bad messed up feelings about food and our bodies?  I was so angry, standing there, eating my ice cream, not saying anything in response to the “I’m trying to be good” and “Sugar is really just poison” and “I’m so fat, I’ll have to go the gym for longer” and “If only they’d had sorbet” flying around me.  I was all set to yell and scream about people who were so self-centered they decided to show up to something very clearly called an Ice Cream Social in order to sing their own praises while simultaneously making themselves and everyone else around them feel bad about their life choices. Man, I was gonna show it to them.  I was gonna BLOG THEM A NEW ONE.

And then, while I was merrily criticizing the Most Annoying Co-Worker (the most martyred martyr of them all, she who told us how bad the ice cream we were enjoying was and how she was trying to be “a good girl” and who plaintively whined “is there sorbet?”), I realized A) I was being an insensitive asshole, and B) judgment goes both ways. I wanted to scream “Will y’all just shut up and eat the freaking ice cream and chill out already?”  It’s just not that simple.

Look, I understand food preferences and aversions very, very well.  I am deeply sympathetic to people who have food allergies.  If I was allergic to chocolate or dairy I would be the saddest, mopiest person ever, yet somehow there are people who carry on bravely, without Friend Ice Cream by their side.  I also absolutely salute the Most Annoying Co-Worker for making her own choices and for wanting to take care of her body. I totally think, despite my username and raison d’être, that I could do with a little less sugar in my diet. I make a point of trying to include leafy vegetables, fruit, and protein in my meals. Healthy choices get a huge seal of approval from me. I CANNOT sign off, however, on her 1) phrasing food choices in terms of “I’m good” or “I’m bad” and 2) attending an event called an “Ice Cream Social,” only to shame anyone (read: everyone) else who indulged.  I may not have liked it, but I needed to step back and acknowledge whence cometh the Crazy.

It’s not really news that our relationship with food is messed up.  I get that we’re bombarded with confounding, conflicting messages every day about industrial farming, healthy fat, cholesterol, wheat bellies, poisonous sugar, 10 quick tips to a flatter belly, juice cleanses, eating everything in moderation, cutting out processed foods, dark chocolate’s being good for us, eating seasonally, paleo/gluten-free/dairy-free diets, ice cream will help you over that breakup, wine is good, wine is bad, our blood type can determine our diet! etc., etc. etc.  Is it really any wonder if we feel overwhelmed, or discouraged, or frustrated, and that sometimes we don’t react well to, you know, food?  Of course it isn’t.  It can be hard to sort out the sound advice from the silly advice, and ultimately, much like bras and bra fitting, the best solution is going to vary wildly from individual to individual.  So when faced with a big empty cup and two strapping gentlemen waiting to fill it with ice cream and cookies, our first reactions are often panic, instead of delight.

Sure, Coldstone Creamery’s offerings aren’t healthy.  We all know this.  But do we eat ginormous helpings of ice cream crammed full of cookies and candy every day of the week?  We do not.  I think the last time I had Coldstone was . . . last year, during Staff Appreciation Week.  So yeah, I knew exactly what I was eating.  And I just ate it.  It was delicious, it was a once-in-a-blue-moon treat, and I refuse to feel badly about it.  You guys, don’t apologize for showing up to an event you were invited to.  Don’t feel the need to tell us how many extra crunches you’re going to do tonight.  It’s really okay.  You weren’t invited here as some sort of sting operation to catch you in the Act of Eating Sugar.  You were invited here as a thank you.  It’s just a treat  You can eat it.  You can abstain.  It’s your choice, it’s really not a big deal, and if someone makes it a big deal, that’s literally their problem, not yours.

I’m not sure when and why other people’s food choices became acceptable social conversation.  It’s like how it’s acceptable to discuss, in terms of virtue, the size of pregnant women’s bellies (ugh, come on, it’s NEVER acceptable).  Just as I know that other people have dangerous food allergies, or choose for a variety of reasons to abstain from consuming animal products, so too do I know that other people choose to abstain from certain foods for a variety of health or other personal reasons.  While my gut reaction last week was to scream “just eat the freaking ice cream!”, this week I’m feeling a little calmer and, I hope, a little more understanding.  So I’ll say this:

Eat what you want.  If someone questions you, either for indulging or for abstaining, just say “it’s delicious!” OR “eh, I don’t really want any.”  If someone says “ooooh, you’re so good,” “tsk, tsk, you’ll have to work hard to burn that off,” “aw, come on, you don’t need to lose weight,” “oh stop it, just eat it!”, “don’t you WANT some,” etc., just demur.  Say “okay” if they praise you and “no thank you” if they press you.  If they continue to comment, just say “if you don’t mind, I’d rather change the subject.”  Then change the subject.  Having conflicting feelings about certain foods is natural in this day and age, but someone who continues to comment on and analyze your choices is straight up rude and insensitive.  You do you.

But seriously, if you tell me how many calories there are in anything I’m eating, our friendship is dead.

Review: Morning Meadow by Freya

I realized the other day that I don’t own a single beige or light-colored bra that fits. Not a one. I don’t wear white or a lot of pale colors, so I don’t need a ton of bras that are close to my skin tone. Pastel bras are out for similar reasons (I’m already plenty pale, so I don’t love the way lighter colors look on me), plus all of my darker clothes can make pale lingerie look dingy, gray, and tired very quickly. I was patting myself on the back about my practical approach to my pretties, and then, well, Spring happened.

I feel like Meryl Streep is going to come after me,

florals for spring

but really, how great are all the pastel, flower-hued lingerie collections right now?

Like this one!

Claudette "Dessous" in Pink Lemonage.  Sizes 28-38 A-G (UK).  Image via Faire Frou Frou

Claudette “Dessous” in Pink lemonade. Sizes 28-38 A-G (UK). Image via Faire Frou Frou

Or this one!

"Dotty For You" silk chiffon teddy by Mimi Holliday.

“Dotty For You” silk chiffon teddy by Mimi Holliday, S-L.

Or this one!

"Maddie Floral" by Cleo (exclusive to Bravissimo).  Sizes 28 E-H, 30 DD-H, 32-38 D-H (UK).  Image via Bravissimo.

“Maddie Floral” by Cleo (exclusive to Bravissimo). Sizes 28 E-H, 30 DD-H, 32-38 D-H (UK). Image via Bravissimo.

Or this one!

"Valentina" by Elomi. Sizes 34 GG-HH, 36-42 D-HH, 44 D-G, 46 D-DD.  Image via Nordstrom

“Valentina” by Elomi. Sizes 34 GG-HH, 36-42 D-HH, 44 D-G, 46 D-DD. Image via Nordstrom

Answer: so great. So, so pretty. And that’s how I impulse-purchased (sigh, again. Some of my favorite bras were . . . unexpected purchases) the “Morning Meadow” set by Freya.

"Morning Meadow" in Lime by Freya.  Sizes 28-30 D-H (UK), 32-38 B-H (UK).

“Morning Meadow” in Lime by Freya. Sizes 28-30 D-H (UK), 32-38 B-H (UK).  Pictured with matching short, sizes XS-XL.

I’ve mentioned it before, but when a wore a size that was smaller than a UK G-cup, Freya just WORKED for me. My first favorite bras were by Freya, my best fit was from Freya, and the brand really introduced me to the world of fun colors and prints for lingerie. However, as my cup size increased, I’ve had a correspondingly difficult time getting a good fit. I mentioned some of my fit issues in my review of the Freya Active Sports Top, and Fredericka Zappe really helped me understand my personal fit challenges during the Eveden Fit Event at CurveNY. As my cup size increased, my body’s shape began to disagree with Freya’s, and I found myself wanting closer-spaced wires and a cup with more depth and projection.

I decided to gamble on “Morning Meadow” because the shape was slightly different from the shapes I’d tried previously. “Gem,” which I’d tried on at home with no success, is a balcony (balconette) bra, whereas “Morning Meadow” is described as a plunge balcony, which means the center gore doesn’t rise as high as it does on a true balcony. Since my major issue with “Gem” was a too-high center gore that wouldn’t tack, I decided to see if I’d have more luck with this shape. The color, the sheer white top cup, and the embroidery were a new look for me, so I was interested to give them a try.

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I tend to steer clear of heavy embroidery, so I was surprised by how much I liked the look of the set.  The details really shine in person: lime green and white pinstripes, tiny blue dots of flowers, and a sheer white upper cup with contrasting striped floral embroidery.  The brief is trimmed with hints of matching blue lace, and the fabric feels silky and soft (I learned at Curve that the way fabric feels to the touch is called “the handle”.  Fun facts!).

I’ve been finding a good fit in a pretty consistent size across the board in all of the UK brands I wear (Bravissimo, Panache, and Eveden) lately, so I opted for the same size here.  I find Freya knickers to run slightly bigger than some other brands, so I ordered a size smaller than what I wear in Panache or Curvy Kate.  My size closes with three columns of two rows of hooks-and-eyes (I really prefer the look and feel of three rows of hooks), and the straps are fully adjustable.  The band fits true-to-size, nice and firm on the loosest hook, and the stretch feels uniform, without digging in or loosening dramatically throughout the day.

"Morning Meadow" plunge balcony bra.  Image via Figleaves.

“Morning Meadow” plunge balcony bra. Image via Figleaves.

Freya’s unlined balconettes are somewhat notorious for giving a shape that is often described as “retro” or “pointed”, depending on your breast shape.  It’s definitely not as rounded as Cleo’s unlined balconettes, but I don’t mind it.  It feels a little more natural, and I find that after a few wears and washes the shape seems to soften and conform to my boobs, rounding out the “pointiness” a bit.  The bottom part of the cup features a vertical seam to provide lift, with a curving, across-the-breast seam running directly to the strap for added support.

So, how did it fit?  Well . . . I’m sorry to say that, as with the other Freya bras I’ve tried lately, it’s just not perfect.  It’s not terrible!  The cup volume overall is right, the band feels great (although I do want the depth an additional hook and eye would provide), and all of my breast tissue is inside the wires with no digging or overspill.  Beyond that though, there are a few fit issues:

  • The straps feel quite wide and high to me.  Freddy explained to us at Curve that lots of American women have a body type that features a “short upper torso.” It’s not necessarily related to short-waistedness (although I have that, too, woo!), but it means that the bust is quite high on the chest, and therefore balconette straps can sometimes pull too high and wide, cutting into the armpits.
  • The wires are a little too wide.  As with the Freya Active Performance Sports Top, I seem to have a bit of extra space in the bottom sides of the cup, extending further under my arms than is totally necessary.  The bottom part of the cup is also a little shallow, which pushes my breast tissue up and away from the wires, sliding the bra down my ribcage a bit.
  • The cup is too shallow near the center gore.  This is maybe the number one difference between my fit with Cleo and my fit with Freya.  My Cleo balconette bras curve sharply out from the center gore, which is great for close-set breasts with a lot of roundness and projection.  With Freya, the cups actually push against my breast tissue, fighting my natural shape and preventing the center gore from tacking firmly.  In some cases that would be an indication that the cup is too small, but considering the extra room I have in other parts of the cup, sizing up probably wouldn’t solve the problem.

I know I’ve made it sound like this bra was a straight-up bad fit for me.  While it’s not a perfect fit, it IS close, and furthermore it’s comfortable and freaking ADORABLE.  If we’re looking at the three kinds of fit, I’ve achieved Aesthetic Fit and Comfort Fit, so I’m allowing myself to compromise a little on Technical Fit, but just a little. The center gore NEARLY tacks (in fact, it does tack but just not quite as firmly as I’d like), the wires are NEARLY the right shape, and while the straps definitely feel wider than I’m used to, there’s no discomfort.  If I was fitting someone else with a shape similar to mine I’d definitely point out these fit issues, but if she loved it and felt good in it there’s nothing that would keep me from recommending it to her (if the band rode up or she had quadraboob happening or a center gore that didn’t tack by an inch or something, then we’d talk).  Green is really having a moment in the lingerie world right now, and the pretty bright lime feels fresh, pretty, and fun.

Dear Freya: please offer a different shape or a slightly adjusted pattern for your G+ customers, and I will be a happy camper.

Morning Meadow plunge balcony bra is available in sizes 38-30 D-H, 32-38 B-H (UK sizes).  Matching brief, short, and thong available in sizes XS-XL.  Morning Meadow is available at Figleaves, Nordstrom, and Bare Necessities, among others.

Review: Venus in Play Babydoll by Between the Sheets Lingerie

I was recently dragged (kicking and screaming) to Twitter by some of the wonderful bloggers and designers I met at CurveNY and Lingerie Fashion Week (jk, all it took was brunch, and I was putty in their hands). I’m glad I joined, because without Twitter and Instagram I wouldn’t have met Layla L’obatti, founder and designer of Between the Sheets Lingerie and Layla L’obatti, fellow cat-lover, and intrepid baker.

Venus in Play babydoll in Ambrosia (other colors still available) by Between the Sheets Lingerie

Venus in Play babydoll in Ambrosia (other colors still available) by Between the Sheets Lingerie

I mentioned in one of my recap posts that the prominence of loungewear at the trade shows surprised me. After talking with other bloggers, I think my surprise stemmed from the fact that I had my full-bust blinders on. My focus in the lingerie world has always been bras-first, everything-else-second, so my loungewear tended towards the basic: nighties, tank tops, t-shirts, boxer shorts. It took some of the major full-bust brands like Parfait, Cleo, and Curvy Kate introducing babydolls and chemises for me to realize that hell yes, I would INDEED like some pretty loungewear. Comfy doesn’t have to mean ratty, and sometimes I want to wear something a little special, a little more stylish.

Layla invited me over Twitter to stop by her showroom to preview her upcoming collections, and I arrived, somewhat breathless, as the last stop on the last day of Curve. I walked into a room full of soft, drapey jersey, flowing silk, and delicate lace and velvet trim. Layla herself wore her own lush blue Arabesque robe as a wrap dress, greeted me with a hug, and allowed me to sit in on a presentation of her upcoming collection.

Venus in Play loungewear by Between the Sheets Lingerie

Venus in Play loungewear by Between the Sheets Lingerie

She offers two distinct lines: Between the Sheets (the soft jersey loungewear) and Layla L’obatti (Specimens of SeductionTM), her namesake designer line of elegant silk, satin, and velvet lingerie and loungewear. Even after five full days of ogling lingerie and loungewear, both collections stood out for the cuts, colors, fabrics, and overall stylishness. The pieces are classics: bralettes, shorts, tap pants, robes, and chemises, but they’re rendered with sophistication: the babydoll (available in different fabrics in both lines) is cut low at the back and sides, with a very full, flowing body– revealing and concealing all at once. The Arabesque robe, which Layla modeled beautifully, has clean, classic wrap-dress lines and a magnificent color, but it’s rendered in fine, luxurious silk with lace shoulder cutouts. Both collections embrace the playfulness and teasing quality of my favorite lingerie, coming at it from different directions. Between the Sheets feels like a cozy hug; Layla’s namesake collection like a passionate embrace.

Here are two of my favorite looks from Layla’s designer collection.

Layla L'obatti "Arabesque Desert Rose." Garnet matte silk charmeuse, lace, velvet bralette & ouvert tap pant. Garnet stretch velvet garter & vintage nylons.

Layla L’obatti “Arabesque Desert Jewel.” Garnet matte silk charmeuse, lace, velvet bralette & ouvert tap pant. Garnet stretch velvet garter & vintage nylons (model: Arden Leigh. Photo: Josh Verleun)

"Arabesque" silk lace wrap robe in navy.  Layla L'obatti for Between the Sheets.

“Arabesque” silk lace wrap robe in navy. Layla L’obatti for Between the Sheets. I MEAN OH MY GOODNESS, IT’S DIVINE.

Also, you need to go look at the Sheer Romance robe, right now, and then we need to let out a big collective sigh of longing.

Between the Sheets offers more casual, but no less stylish, options.  Multiple coordinating pieces are available in each collection, which I always appreciate, and the colors are soft and gentle.  I really admire Layla’s sense of proportion in her pieces– the babydoll is cut on the bias and flows dramatically, and it has a plunging back and neckline, yet it’s also slightly shorter than expected, which gives it a flirty punch.  The sleep tee is similarly loosely structured, yet it still feels delicate and feminine.  Classic pale hues like pink, ivory, heather gray, and pale blue meet unexpectedly with a rich, deep navy and even a smoky black leopard print.  She offers classic lingerie and pyjama pieces like bralettes, knickers, lounge pants and camisoles, and more modern, playful options like the fabulous Airplay collection:

"Airplay" Babydoll in Orchid by Between the Sheets Lingerie

“Airplay” Babydoll in Orchid by Between the Sheets Lingerie

"Airplay" Ouvert Hi-Waist Knicker in Orchid by Between the Sheets Lingerie

“Airplay” Ouvert Hi-Waist Knicker in Orchid by Between the Sheets Lingerie

The cheeky cutout at the back of the knicker is echoed just under the bust on the front of the babydoll.  Fabulous color, impeccable cut, unexpected and flirty choice: all around wonderful.

As I was leaving, Layla was kind enough to give me a Venus-in-Play babydoll of my own!  Available in sizes XS-L, I requested a Large in the beautiful Ambrosia color, crossing my fingers that it would fit my bust.

Confession: my first thoughts while I was viewing the whole collection was “welp, it’s awesome, but it’s not for me.” Bralettes and camisoles don’t have the support I, as a full-bust woman, usually find comfortable, and I tend to assume that I’m automatically excluded from high-end or designer fashion labels.  I was convinced that it wouldn’t fit. Furthermore, I’ve been told (and admittedly usually agreed) my whole life that I need structure, structure, structure if I want garments to flatter me, and BTS’ easy, bohemian drapiness was, I’d decided, for more worthy wearers.

Seriously y’all, if I had a nickel for every time I failed to walk my own talk (or, um, you follow me), I’d be . . . well, I’d have to get a bigger apartment, just to hold all of the lingerie I’d buy.  I long ago got into the mindset that anything cut super-low or revealing wouldn’t work on a full bust.  I got home later that night and tried on my new babydoll with some trepidation.  I looked in the mirror, prepared to be . . . I dunno, horrified?  Repulsed?  I mean, HOW DARE I wear something that didn’t contain (and control) my “too-big” body.  At least, that’s what a younger Sweets would have thought.

Instead I kind of settled in and really looked.  I mean, yes, there’s some significant side-boob on view.  Yes, it’s low-cut.  Yes, you can see my untoned back.  The babydoll flows out around my waist instead of shaping it, and it’s possibly the only lighter-colored garment I own.  I’m . . . kind of okay with it?  In fact, I think I might even . . . LIKE the way it looks, which is not the way it looks on the model.  That’s okay– I am allowed to look different from the model without getting into trouble.  This is my BODY, not an embarrassment or some terrible, burdensome thing.  I can just … let it be.

The Venus in Play babydoll makes me feel young, and flirty, and relaxed, easy and sensual.  I love wearing it around my apartment when I get home from work, rocking a colorful bra underneath, and I love wearing it to bed, feeling my hair and the sheets brushing bare skin.  This babydoll is now my number 1 favorite piece of loungewear– I wear it constantly.  Not only is it soft, pretty, and unbelievably comfortable, but it’s made me think differently about what I’m “allowed” to wear.  Thank you, Layla, and congratulations on your beautiful upcoming collections!

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Amazing bathroom photography, once again brought to you by my phone. Venus in Play babydoll in Ambrosia, c/o Between the Sheets Lingerie. Jasmine bra by Panache Superbra.

See Lindsay’s stylish take on the babydoll (and other Between the Sheets pieces) over at That Je Ne Sais Quoi: Slow Down and Smell the Roses and So Long, Mercury in Retrograde

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The new “Come Out and Play” Collection is now available.  Camisole, Bralette, Thong, Babydoll, Bikini, Boyshort, $18-85, in Midnight, Dawn, Dusk, Shade, Champagne, Bamboo.  Cardigan, Yoga Pants, and Lounge Pants from the coordinating “Well-Played” Collection, $105-125.  All pieces XS-L.

Come Out and Play Collection in Bamboo

Come Out and Play Collection in Bamboo

Between the Sheets Lingerie Official Site
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