Glamatron

Maggie Long ago and far away, I was a sample size and, yes, it was fun.  Way fun–it’s amazing what’s affordable if you’re one of three people in your area code who can wear it.  Particularly when this moment coincides with the opening of a Needless Markup outlet.

Both N-M and sample-size body are long gone.  However, the experience gave me an addiction to fashion.  It did not, however, give me an addiction to dieting.  When my metabolism slowed, my dress size crept up–well, no, actually it didn’t really thanks to the wonders of vanity sizing–rather the ideal dress size wandered southward while I did not.  And I realized as indulged in my passion for fashion magazines that I should be deeply shamed by the presence of double-digit sizes in my wardrobe.

And, yet, somehow, I was not.  I still love fashion and I still need clothes–I mean, I could clothe myself in a burlap bag, but I’m a little too suburban matron for that.

So, anyway, a fashion blog for those of us who lack the metabolism/diligence/eating disorder for a lifetime of size 4/2/0/-2 and aren’t really that interested in abdominal perfection.  Besides, the Kid always votes for the Disney Princess Sing-a-long over the new balance ball DVD anyway.

inanna Confession: I was a teenaged model. Not a “plus size” model but your basic, work-a-day clothes hanger. I paid my way through college by wearing avant garde hoo-ha in front of a camera (pre-Kate Moss, under 5′10″ was considered too short for ramp work). I got to take home some interesting clothing, cop guest invites to some cool openings, and avoid catching a single a clue about how to dress.

15 years and 10 dress sizes later, I realized that I was going to have to figure out how to clothe a body that extended into three-dimensions. Lots of businesses had appeared claiming to be specialists for the (pttthhhhb!) “larger sized” woman, but most overcharged for polyester muumuus I wouldn’t use to protect a woodpile. I kept trying to figure out why I hated this stuff and realized that each and every piece was apologetic. Designed to “minimize” larger women, rather than bring out the aesthetically pleasing things about being big.

I figured that if real-sized chicks would quit wasting time hiding out, we could make the most of stuff that swamps our petite counterparts: exotic, glamorous, luxurious clothing in outrageous and striking cuts and colours. (Of course, it works both ways…petite women look great wearing full skirts in dainty florals that make me look like an embarrassed Volkswagon.)

Thus: a blog for those of us who have real lives, real bodies, and other things to do besides apologize. Like work. Feed the baby. And, oh, yeah, go shopping.

How to contact the glamatrons: Have a thought? Feel free to comment - we LOVE talking fashion! The more, the much merrier!! Have a fashion question? We may not have the answer, but we have lots of opinions (couldja tell?). Just contact us at :

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Fashionable disclaimer: While we link to various online sites from which you can purchase clothing, etc, these sites do not pay us to write about them. Our choices are renumeration-independent, you might say. We are “Amazon Associates,” which means that if you click the Amazon link in a post to buy something, we earn a bit from Amazon. This helps us keep the site going, but it still doesn’t affect what we write about or whether we give something a thumbs up Trust us, if Amazon is trying to sell you cropped gaucho jeans in cow print, we’ll be the first to tell you to run far far away.