Archive for November, 2010

Sheep Staring at Camera

There are some experiences that are common to all tall people, and one of them is that we all get extra attention — good or bad — from time to time.

You might be one of those lucky souls who has always just enjoyed it.  On the other end of the spectrum, some tall girls have never been able to deal with people paying them special attention.  They cringe, stoop, and try to disappear.  I think that most of use fit somewhere in between: we’d like to be better at standing out with grace.

All over the internet, in every tall forum and every web site, I find lists of comebacks and responses.  Sure, swap “Grow up and find out!” for “How’s the air up there”  if you like.  I think comebacks like that are funny, but unfortunately they’re not my style — and I’m also really bad at remembering them!

Am I wrong in thinking we need to think about more mature ways of coping?  Here are my Sunday night ideas.  I’d love to hear your Monday morning improvements!

  • If someone finds you interesting, rudeness is not the correct response. Even if you’ve heard “Do you play basketball?” a thousand times, it doesn’t hurt to talk about it. People pay us extra attention because we are different, and interesting.  Believe it or not, they really don’t know that everyone asks the same old questions.
  • Sometimes people make dumb statements because they can’t, in the first moments of meeting you, think of anything else to say.  As the ‘different’ one, it’s your job to defuse the tension.  No, it’s not fair.  Life isn’t.  Think about a time when you, say, met a celebrity.  Even though you know it’s dumb you might say “Hey, you’re Paul Hogan!  That’s not a knife!”  Then you’d kick yourself and wish the floor would swallow you.  But if that person is cool and calm about it, within a few minutes you’re just two people getting to know one another.
  • If someone talks about modeling, the best thing to do is usually to say “thanks, no, but you just made my day.”  Then find a new topic of conversation: most people love to talk about themselves.
  • However, you do not have to put up with threatening attention.  Don’t waste time coming up with one-liners: if someone is outright threatening you or deliberately making you feel ill at ease, tell someone.  Do not wait.  Do not pass Go, do not collect a major pain in the ass.

Thoughts, anyone?

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Teenage girl enjoying a swimming pool

Here’s a random thought about how we learn confidence.

Summer is upon us.  Yes, sorry all you Northern Hemisphere folks, I know you’re facing winter now.  But I’m not particularly sorry for you: you’ve been blogging about your summer holidays and your peaches for months now, and it’s been driving me MENTAL.  I am an Aussie girl at heart and I resent the cold.

Ahem,  so anyway.  As soon as the mornings are light and warm, I’m off to the pool with my goggles and swimp3 to soak up the Vitamin D.  It’s one of my favourite things in the world.  I love the way the sun plays in the water.  I even love the smell of chlorine that seems to hang around on my skin, hours later at the office.

How is this relevant to a tall blog?  Well, I’m one of those ‘serious’ lap swimmers, and my attire in the sporty fast lane is unorthodox.  Specifically, it’s been twenty years since I wore a one-piece — I’m a bikini girl, though I’m naturally on the modest side.  Why?  Tall options in swimwear are limited.  You can either wear a black plus size one piece doozy with huge bra cups, or brave the belly button in an itsy, bitsy, far too teeny weeny for comfort bikini.  I used to feel very self conscious about it.  But it’s been years now that I’ve had to bare the tummy button, whether I was feeling fit or not.  Want to swim?  Gonna have to be brave!  So here’s the interesting part: with the passing years, it’s gone from scary to nothing special.

I’ve grown so much more confident with the passing years, that it surprises me when women say they “can’t” wear a two piece.  I wonder why they are so worried — I know nobody is looking at them, just like they’re not looking at me.  Most of the time, everyone is too busy doing their own thing. Occasionally I get a look from some lady that says “huh, doesn’t she think she’s hot”, and the world doesn’t end.

That’s been a great lesson for life, in general.  Being noticed — well, it’s not going to kill you, when it does happen, and that’s less often than you might think.  So you might as well enjoy yourself, whether that means being dressed “wrong” (whatever that means) or doing something else that’s entirely unique to you.

To return to the point, then: you become confident when you are forced so far out of your comfort zone, that you forget where it was in the first place.  Risks and scary situations propel you forwards.  Being a tall woman seems to come with a whole set of these situations!  So remember my bikini next time you’re worried “what people will think” of your heels.

Are there other aspects of life in which you’ve been forced to grow in confidence because of your height?  Did it turn out well or not?  I’d love to hear your stories.

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Image of the 80s band "Vain" with huge and horrible hair

no, not THAT Vain.  I don’t even own that much hair product.

Usually the emails and comments I get are lovely, positive things.  They say,  ‘I like what you’re doing!’! or  ‘Good on you for this, we need it!’

I’m not mentioning this because I think everybody loves me: most people who don’t like what they see, quickly move on without engaging.  It’s only those who like Sarah Vain and Tall that leave any comments.

That’s why I am grateful and surprised that someone who disagrees with what I’m doing, went to the effort of telling me why.

I think the name is a bit unfortunate. The word “vain” conjures up a whole lot of negativity. We tall girls need all the positivity we can get…

You know what?  My Mum doesn’t like the name, either!  She’s not a particularly religious woman, nevertheless, Mum wishes I’d chosen something else.

Here’s where it gets interesting though: I don’t think it’s good to be vain.   I hope I’m not and I don’t suffer people who are.

Why, then, the name?

First up: my competitors’ names are mostly pretty much the same.  Height this, tall that, something about legs.   I wanted to stand out — if you think my name sucks, you’ll probably still remember it!!

Second, and more important: all those weird misconceptions about tall girls.  We’re undateable.  We think we’re prettier than other girls.  We’re unfeminine.  We’re genetically gifted and look down on other people.  We’re awkward.  We’re models.  We’re huge.  We’re stick figures … hang on, is this making ANY sense?  It’s all a load of … you get the idea.  And it bugs me because we can’t even dress like the ‘vain’ catwalk models we’re supposed to be.

(By the way — most of the models I’ve met have been far from stuck up.  If you want to feel superior to the rest of the world, becoming a human pin cushion, squeezing into shoes two sizes too small, and changing in front of a room full of people wondering out loud if your body shape “can be made to work” is probably not your best move).

My husband and I were playing around with puns and he came up with a fun take on the book title, Sarah Plain and Tall.  It’s an ode to all the crazy hypocrisy, and tells you what I’m about: awesome and interesting clothing — something you could feel vain in, if you wanted to.

So ‘Vain’ seemed, and seems to me, to be absolutely perfect for this shop.

But what do you think?  Am I nuts?  Do you cringe every time you see my logo?  Now I’m interested!

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Hey, look up.  See that tab?  The one that says ‘Store’?

You can click on that tab, and buy a fabulous, long sleeve, tall-as-they-come wrap dress.  It’s called the Kenya Wrap: congratulations to the winner of our contest, Melissa.  Melissa, send me your snail mail address and your size!

Praise must also go to Webmaster Evan, who has worked all weekend to get the store and payment channels working and looking slick.  I think he did an amazing job, don’t you?

There’s even an extra bonus — a pre-order of the next dress — but I’m not going to show you, you’ll have to visit the store!

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First, you have to see this video.  Thanks Tina for linking in the comments!  So nice to watch them having fun with tall girl/short guy dancing — it CAN be done!  And doesn’t she look just gorgeous?  I WANT that dress.

OK, now that you’ve enjoyed yourself, on with the serious business of voting for a name (see this post if you have no idea what I’m talking about).  It was SO hard to choose a top five, but I promised I would and here they are.  I tried to take into account the names that were getting support from others in the comments (hence calling it the ‘Sarah’ — no, it wasn’t my idea but of COURSE I love it!!).

  1. Vixen
  2. Tigress
  3. Savannah
  4. Kenya
  5. Sarah

Leave a comment here to vote for a winner.  You can ask friends and family to vote, but please, no more than one vote per person.  Voting closes Saturday 7th November, Melbourne time.  That means Friday for a lot of you international folks, so vote early!

Thank you everyone for racking  your brains for this challenge!  I am so happy that you like the dress — and that so many creative folks read this blog!

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