I <3 Skirts wrote:What are your experiences as far as trying on skirts in clothes shops goes? Do most clothes shops allow men to try on skirts?
Recall that shops exist to sell merchandise, and that whatever currency you use to make a purchase is every bit as good as what everybody else around you is using. Good shopkeepers know this and tend to behave accordingly.
Note that tricks exist that one can use in lieu of actually trying on a garment; the one most commonly mentioned is to carry a length of string that's equal to the waist of a comfortably-fitting pair of trousers (say what?) and folding it in half and comparing that length to a skirt-waistband as it's on the hanger. Another one is to take the prospective garment and hold it around your front half and see where the ends wind up: if they're 180 degrees apart from right hip to left, odds are the garment will fit when put on. The latter will also give a good visual of where the hem will be that the first cannot offer.
I'm extremely interested in trying out some skirts (though worst case scenario is that I won't be able to try any on until I'm in Uni in 15 months time because I know my parents probably won't understand) and want to know what the protocol is in those situations in case the oppurtunity arrises at some point in the coming year.
If you're planning on "making the jump" into skirts, you might as well mention the fact to your parents (unless they're completely bereft of clue) because it
will leak back to them from university that you're experimenting with (or embracing!) "alternate attire". It may be easier to deal with the issue "at range" than face-to-face, but family will find out.
JRMILLER wrote:I walk tall and don't act like I am embarrassed about the request (even though I generally am).
Why would you be embarrassed? A sure-fire giveaway that a prospective skirt is for
you is to be wearing a skirt when you go to the merchant's in the first place! That ought to completely defuse the situation.
A short tale in this regard may be in order. A couple of days ago, Sapphire and I wandered out to pick up a new white slip for me (the one I had previously seems to have gone walkies and isn't responding to being called). We take different sizes, and I had on my long tiered skirt at the time, and Sapphire was wearing shorts -- and it did not take the cashier long to realise that there were two different sizes in the purchase lot and that I was wearing a skirt so, by deduction, one size had to be for me. To her credit, she did not recoil from the notion, but rather approached it with a sense of humour. We smiled, paid the bill, and headed home. No point in being embarrassed at all...