Young girl smiling and holding a free hugs sign

[Image via Jesslee Cuizon on flickr.]

Yesterday a question popped into my Google Alerts, and it gave me a bit of a surprise.

Along with all the usual stuff like “why don’t men like tall women” and “is 5’8 too tall for a woman” (sigh)  was this gem:

… There’s a tall girl at my school and I think she’s beautiful … she’s a freshman and she’s 6 feet (I’m 5’8 and a Sophomore). I really want to get to know her and maybe later on ask her out, but I’m having trouble just going up to her and trying to start a conversation with her. I have her in one of my classes (the last period of school) . And I was wondering if anybody has some tips on how I can get past my shyness and just go up and talk to her. Thanks.

Isn’t this adorable?  I just had to butt right in there and share some advice.  I think this guy (Aron is his name) is just so cool and brave for not being worried about what his buddies will think if he dates a girl taller than himself.  Instead he just has all the usual worries and insecurities that make dating so nerve-wracking!!

I thought it might be fun to put an extended answer up here and let you guys help Aron out.  My first thoughts:

The first thing you should know is, never to be intimidated by a tall girl. In fact, she may be intimidated by you! Most tall girls have to get used to boys asking them out because it’s “hilarious”. Imagine going out and having drunk dudes constantly going “how tall are you?!” or the much more hurtful stuff like “That is one HUGE B#$%”.  Guys will try to get tall girls to dance with them, just to make their friends laugh.

For that reason, tall girls (especially younger tall girls) are often playing defense, second-guessing any guy who expresses an interest.  Is he for real?  Is he doing this to make fun of me?  If you think she’s not interested, maybe she’s not — but before you give up, ask yourself if she might just be trying not to get hurt.

When you do get up the courage to ask her out, ask her out for coffee or something low-key. If she knows you’re for real she’ll be happy to make a genuine connection.

To make a long story short: height plus a bit of defensiveness can make us seem aloof and stuck up, but we’re only human.

At least we’re dressed that way until the mother ship returns.

Of course not all tall girls have these issues.  Your tall girl might well be a confident and awesome lady.  That’s going to make this a whole lot easier, because that kind of girl will be kind enough to just tell you straight up if she’s interested or not :)

Oh, and — when you are dating, please don’t get all embarrassed if she wears heels or if people look at you strangely.  Do what Mick Jagger and Nicolas Sarkozy do — OWN that you are out with a hot tall girl on your arm.  She’s a rare thing, a Ferrari amongst Toyota Camrys.  Not every guy is man enough to handle that.

Mick Jagger and his tall girlfriend L'Wren Scott

["I'm Mick Jagger.  Hot tall girls is how I roll."]

But that’s only my two cents.  Tall girls — how do you like to be approached?  Any advice for that guy who’s dying to ask you out and just doesn’t know how?

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Kite flying in blue sky

I’m safe home in Melbourne now.  I want to go back to Sydney.

Tropical flower

It’s so warm and sunny this time of year — not too hot,

Jasmine flowers in sunbeam

But just warm enough that you can feel the sun dance on your face.

As can the jasmine.

Of course, Sydney has a lot of other attractions.  For me, a tall girls’ meet up in a hilariously inappropriate venue with tiny stairways.

Mind Your Head sign

We met some of the pygmy natives.

Tall girl posing with very short guy

They were really interested in us!  This group photo was taken by a lady who stood on her table to get a high shot.  Life must be so difficult for the short ;)

Group of tall girls looking normal sized in relation to one another

Even in my best heels, I was soundly out-talled by the lovely 6’4″ Emma (who ALSO wore heels!)

Three tall girls smiling

I’ve never been to a tall girls event and I can really recommend them, if they’re the right sort.

The wrong sort are full of bitching and moaning.  The right sort are full of conversations about shoes and how tall our kids are, or will be, and stories, and life, and dessert, and the universe, and everything.

The right sort is held in a public place where normal size people will double take and wonder if we’re “some sort of tall club”.  And then not believe us.  And then want their photographs taken with us.

And bring their friends to meet us.

And conversations are at eye level, and nobody slouches.

Tall girls are wonderful.

(Thanks to Nat Kotela for organising the event and welcoming a cold-skinned Melbourne girl to Sydney!)

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OK peeps, this week I have a bit of a saga for you.  I’d like to know how you’d have proceeded given the same circumstances, because I’m feeling a bit angry and a lot disappointed.

I found this jumper via a tweet from a friend.  Lovely and pink and I love me a bit of pink. (What, you got that from the web site already?)

Since we all know it’s impossible to get nice knits in long lengths here in OZ, and difficult to find colours in tall sizes generally, I threw that baby straight in the shopping cart.

Banana Republic catalogue screen grab of pink sweater

Well, actually there was a slight delay.  Here’s the story:

First, I try to log on to the site.  Not possible.  Arrive direct to Banana Republic and I am greeted by a popup that asks if I want to shop in Aussie dollars.  OK so far: that’s actually helpful.  What’s less helpful is the fact that the popup is broken: there is nothing to select in the preferred currency dropdown and you can’t continue until you have selected something.

With a bit of messing about, I figure out that I can go to the Old Navy or Gap sections of the site and log in there.  Brilliant.  I then travel back and find the jumper I want.  Into the basket it goes.   Now let’s go to checkout.

Shopping cart screen grab quoting $60 shipping

Holy Mother of… what??


Second shopping cart screen grab, shipping cost underlined

$60 shipping?  IS IT WRAPPED IN DIAMONDS?

So after a little griping on Facebook, I decide to be pro-active.  I tweet the company asking why it would cost them $60 to ship this to me.  Twice.  And got ignored.  A subsequent email WAS answered:

Thank you for your email.  We appreciate the time you’ve taken to contact us and are sorry to hear that you feel our shipping charges at bananarepublic.com are unreasonable.  In an effort to ship your package quickly and efficiently to your address, we use a third party, FiftyOne, to facilitate international shipping [...].  FiftyOne bases your shipping, handling, and duty costs on your order contents and the shipping destination.

We appreciate your feedback and will be sure to pass it on to the appropriate individuals within our company. Your business is important to us and we look forward to shopping with you soon.

I’m sure they do.

So I contact FiftyOne.

Who ignore me.

So I contact Banana Republic and say that Fifty One ignored me, and I’m starting to get kind of upset seeing as how everyone just seems to want me to go away, and yet here I am trying to buy their products.  I’m still trying to be polite though.

Banana Republic promptly ignore me for several days.

But it’s cold in Melbourne.  I check back thinking maybe I should just order it, try to ask for my shipping money back, and deal with the cost if they won’t help (I really want this).

By this time the jumper is sold out in my size.

However it does seem that someone has fixed the angrifying dropdown box.  I also got an email today asking for my phone number and when I hear from them I will let you guys know what happens.  I will be interested to see if they want to fix the problem, or if they’re out for some damage control.  Either way, I missed out on that jumper.

Lessons learned?

  • Shipping costs matter.  $120 is not a crazy price for a jumper.  It IS a crazy price for a jumper that costs $60 (INCLUDING shipping in many cases) for people who live in the USA.  If I’d been told that jumper cost $120 it would probably be mine now.  Am I crazy?  I don’t think so — the difference in the way I and the US customers were treated made me feel unwanted and angry, and thus not likely to buy.
  • Are you a retailer?  Then you MUST take responsibility for any contractor’s behaviour.  It’s never good enough to say “we farm that job out to so-and-so”.  The people who work for you are your best (or worst) PR.

What do you think?  Would you have ponied up the $60?  Am I making a mountain out of a mohair molehill?

[edit -- you can read the conclusion to this in this post.]

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I haven’t done a jeans review here on Sarah Vain and Tall and there are a few reasons for that.

Even if I were of average height, I’d still be difficult to fit, having a large hip relative to my waist — I can take a 10 and a 14 at once so jeans that fit around the hip usually gape something horrible at the waist.   So although there are fabulous tall jeans companies in Australia, I can’t wear any of the jeans I’ve tried from them in the past.

I’ve been using a company called Make Your Own Jeans.  The idea behind the company is great: you choose every little detail from the denim to the pocket seam.  They cost around $70 for one pair with shipping and take three weeks to make.

Where Make Your Own Jeans fails is in execution and quality control. The first pair I had from them was stunning.  The fit was perfect and the length (I ordered a 39″ inseam just for fun) was just right for high heels.  So when they wore out I ordered two more with exactly the same specs.  Wouldn’t you?

They were atrocious.  Like, fabric hanging off my butt AND a wedgie AT THE SAME TIME levels of bad. But I had two weeks until my honeymoon, a walking holiday in the bush, and no other pants.  At all.  So I had no time to send them back or ask for a do-over; instead I took them to a tailor and had them altered extensively at a cost of $100 each.  I know.  I felt like such a sucker, but what else could I do?

Pair one has been tolerable, with alterations, and I’ve been wearing them for the last few months.  Pair two wasn’t so great so I didn’t wear them until this Saturday when pair one was in the wash. So: we’re due to meet friends for dinner.  I do the hair, the makeup, you know the drill, I grab the new jeans and put together an outfit that will work.  We’re running  on time, but just.  I pop in  to the bathroom just before we leave, unzip my jeans… and the zipper flies right off.

Agh. Cursing ensues.

So Monday was the perfect day to try out something new.  Thank you, Sally, for pointing it out!  Jeans West have an ‘extra long’ service with 38″ unhemmed jeans.  You can go into any Jeans West store and try on their standard jeans, then order them in the extra talls from their web site.  They’re $65 or $99 for two, with $10 postage.  Which makes them cheap as well as long.

Could it really be true?  I hit the buy button on Monday and then spent Tuesday wondering if I’d done a crazy thing. But no.  The jeans are exactly like those that I tried on in the store, but with enough extra inches that I can hem them for heels or flats.   They’re exactly like ‘normal’ jeans, which I LOVE because I got to choose a fit that worked for me.  I also really appreciated being able to try before I bought.  You can check out the extra tall range here.

People often ask me if I intend to do denim in the SVT range, and the answer is no, or rather,  not while I’m a one woman company.  Jeans are a whole art form in themselves.  Everyone likes theirs “just so”, and as a result so every denim company needs to keep many fits, washes and sizes in stock (which is expensive).  There are whole shelves of design books dedicated to denim and the fashions change in the blink of an eye.  They can’t be sewn on the kind of equipment the average sewing shop keeps around.  AND, special machinery is needed for each of the many kinds of wash that define fashion jeans.

Put more simply, denim is a specialised industry.  Complicating this even further, is the very specific fit of any jean which is tricky to get right with online shopping.

It’s taken until now for an Australian jeans company to realise that the best business model, is for an existing denim specialist to cut their normal range in extra talls and offer them online.  Thus we can try them on and have confidence in online ordering, but they don’t have to keep extra longs in every store. It’s a win-win.

The jeans pictured are “curve enhancer”, which is close to perfect for me.

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Three adventures with short people in ten minutes — a personal record!

First: the tram stop.  A little girl of about four stared up at me with cartoon-sized eyes and said “Hi, tall lady!”  She waved at me the way you’d wave at a balloon somewhere up there in the sky.

I said “Hi!” and waved back.  Her mum hustled her away.*

Then on the tram the two guys seated opposite had a long discussion about whether it would be good to be tall.  Their verdict:

“Sometimes it would be good.  But sometimes it would be bad.”

I pretended that I was in a parallel universe where I couldn’t hear dumb conversations.

But while I was waiting to cross the road, an older guy in a multi-coloured neon jacket came up to me and started to speak: I was all prepared for “You’re tall!”

What did he say?

“Those shoes are AMAZING.”

So are you, old short guy, if you ever read this.  You and your plastic neon jacket made my day.

*Mums and Dads always do this when their kids tell me I’m tall.  But I like it when kids do this.  I love their faces as they puzzle out what kind of strange new creature I am.

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I Tweeted recently about coming home on a horrible Winter night to a glass of red and my supremely daggy trackie dacks… and was asked what on earth I was talking about!

Trust me to use a bit of Aussie slang on the very international Tweetiverse — oops!  So herewith, for all of you not lucky enough to live in The Lucky Country I am offering a Fashion-focused Guide to Aussie Slang.

Cactus or stuffed: tired, damaged, or not working.  “I bought a top from Supre and it was stuffed within a week.”  “Say one more thing about the air up here, mate, and you’re cactus.”

Ankle-biter: short person (usually a child).  “I’m just trying to find some halfway decent shoes, but everything’s built for ankle biters.”

Britney Spears in a tight pink tracksuit
Trackie Dacks: Tracksuit pants.  Do not under any circumstances wear your Trackie Dacks outside home and gym.  You will be mistaken for a bogan.

‘Dacks’ is derived from ‘underdacks‘ or ‘undies‘ (also known as ‘underpants‘, ‘jocks‘, or ‘knickers‘) which are intended for private use under one’s clothing.  Juicy Couture made a valiant effort to resuscitate ‘trackies’ for stylish outdoor use, and were foiled by Ms Spears who is a bogan if I ever saw one.

Britney Spears wearing unfortunately low slung pants

Proof: undies easily visible.  By the way, undies can never be described as thongs.  In Australia thongs are comfy bit of convenience footwear.  Elsewhere in the world, they may be known as ‘flip-flops’.  Like most great Aussie stuff, we nicked these from New Zealanders, who call them Jandals.

Aussies think that the word ‘Jandals’ is the stupidest thing they have ever heard.  Which would probably be true if there wasn’t a stupid word like “thong”.

It’s OK to pick on New Zealanders, by the way, because there aren’t very many of them and they have a funny accent.  What’s that I hear you say, Americans?  Come over here and say that to our faces.  That’s not a knife…

Speedos, also Budgie-smugglers are also an important cultural element to understand, as they are the preferred costume of the man who may well be our next PM when this Election stuff is finally dealt with. Budgie Smugglers are small-scale, tight fitting swimwear for men.

Acceptable:

Australian Iron Man champion Zane Holmes in small swimsuit

Unacceptable:

Australian politician Tony Abbott in small swimwear

Ugh. Speaking of Ugh, Ugg boots are for INSIDE, people.  We see you Californians wearing them to the beach.  Are you INSANE?  They are to keep your feet WARM.  Also, I don’t care who got there first with the trademark, all sheepskin boots are Ugg boots.  I have been wearing ‘uggies’ since I was two.

Dodgy: nasty, shady, suspicious.

Dag: An often affectionate term for an uncool person.  “Just because you’re some dodgy politician does not give you licence to dress like a dag.”

Ta (that is thanks) for now and till next time … Cheers!

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Short People

It’s so wrong.  I shouldn’t.  Some of my best friends are short people.

But I love this!

Dan tells me that everyone already knows this song, so forgive me if I’m 30 years too late.  The average age of a song in my iPod is three years before I was born ;)

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When I was in high school, they ran these horrible (and long since outlawed) peer-comparison fitness tests.  Basically, they put all us students together and made us run, jump, flex, climb rope… and weigh ourselves.  Then they measured us against each other by age and ranked our ‘fitness’.   I came second last.

Oh, my: did I cry.  And were my parents ever angry.  Tall folks themselves, they understood how cruel this kind of treatment can be.  For a start, there was no way my spaghetti arms were ever going to hoist my body weight up a rope or into a pull-up: no way, no how.  As to flexibility and dexterity: don’t get me started.  My body was growing at something like three inches per year at that point and I had next to no control over its muscles.  Matter of fact, I think those muscles were having a hard time just staying attached to the bone!   The idea of being able to reach over my feet or dash around witches’ hats?  Would have been laughable, if it didn’t hurt so bad.

And to make it all so, so much worse, the body measurements.  My weight and my hip and waist measurements were read out along with everybody else’s.  Dear god, I am cringing just thinking about it all these years later.  All those cute (how I hated that word) girls my age were 50, 55, 60 kilos at most.  One, I remember, was 45 kilos.

I weighed 70 kilograms and my hip measurement was about 30cm bigger than the ‘normal girls’ at around 100cm… and still growing.

It was a nightmare.

Now, several years past teenagerhood (ahem), I weigh a bit more.  I am still bigger than average at the same kind of ratio.  I’m pretty fit, weigh around 75 kilos and have a size 16-ish, 110cm hip.  People get a shock when they find out I buy anything from a 14 to an 18 depending on the manufacturer.  But you know what?

I’m over it.

So here’s my quick facts on “fat”.  I am talking here especially to younger tall girls who are dealing with a puberty double whammy: normal ‘growing pains’ made even worse by the fact that your body so different to everyone else’s.

1)  You’re Perfectly Proportioned. Ever wondered at the stupidity of clothing brands that put more length in the size 18 than in the 10?  While it seems crazy to you and I, we have to remember that on average, it’s quite reasonable to assume that a shorter person is less wide than a taller person.  Think about your foot length.  Do you worry that your feet are fat?  Probably not.  And yet they’re likely bigger than most people’s feet.  They’re perfectly proportioned to you.

2)  Your Skeleton is Heavy. You’ve heard that muscle weighs more than fat?  One liter of muscle weighs around 1.06 kg and one litre of fat weighs around 0.9 kg. In other words, muscle is about 18% denser than fat.  Bones are even heavier.  As a tall person there is more of you, keeping you alive.  Your skull, your hips, even your feet bones are all heavier even though for your body, they are in proportion.

Even more important: your body weight (not your fat but your total weight, so height is a factor) determines bone density.  The more your bones have to do, the bigger and denser and stronger they will grow.  Thus, the taller you are, the bigger and better your bones.  Bone growth is fantastic and never t0 be avoided. So keep in mind that some of your so called “extra” weight is the good stuff that will prevent osteoporosis.  Don’t you even think about trying to limit your bone growth!

3)  Sorry if I’m Out of Line, But You’re Probably Not Dressing Thin. If you don’t have a lot of options in the way that you dress, for instance wearing ill-fitting or mens’ clothes, you and others will get an optical illusion that you take up a lot of space.  Shop at specialist stores when you can.  Try to avoid big, billowy tees and tops and cinch clothes in wherever you’re happiest doing so.  For me, it’s my waist.  It’s a visual ‘stop’ in my body line.  I would never dream of wearing a long Empire line gown, because on me it would look more like a muu-muu.

In my teen years, the moment I stepped out of XL men’s tees and too-short jeans, and into a slim fitting dress, I shocked my peers.  They couldn’t believe I had those great curves.

4)  You’re Probably Slouching. Stop.  Stand up straight.  I am such a broken record on this topic but it’s SO important.  Slouching makes you look fat — don’t do it.  Just don’t.

5)  Fat is in the Mind of the Beholder. This is not a pleasant one, nor do I have an easy fix.  Some people — especially dumb little teenage boys whose only opinions on female bodies come from their peers and online p$#n, see a tall shape and their brains can only interpret the impression of size.  The only way I know to deal with this one is to wait until the boys grow up into men.

Can you think of any more ways in which height gets misrepresented as overweight?  Do you have a story that could help somebody else?  I’d love to collect ideas or stories in the comment box for others to read.

While I’m here, some of you might be interested in this link from Kathleen Fasanella, a fashion industry guru.  In this post she talks about why designers don’t add lines for the (more lucrative than tall) plus size market, and much of what she has to say really applies even more so to tall folks.   It really says to me that we need lots of small businesses catering only for talls, so that we can get a range of styles and good fit.  It’s no use complaining about the fact that Levis and The Gap don’t cater to us: we have to start our own thing.

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Some of you very intelligent tall folks may have noticed there have been a few hiccups in the world of Sarah Vain and Tall.  That train wreck of a t-shirt : I have been trying to fix it for a month and a half now.  My cut and sew shop of choice, from whom I was also buying pattern work, decided that since I was a relatively small buyer, I could be fobbed off with something less than quality.  We have been back and forth on the issue (at considerable expense, I might add), for all this time, with no result.  Unfortunately, in fashion manufacturing, c’est la vie. You have to cut your losses and look for someone else.  (Then, when you find that someone else, hug them and squeeze them and promise never to leave!)

Stressing me most is that, having promised you guys the line to die for, it’s taking so much longer than I thought it would, to get it made and packed and ready for you.

The past few weeks, I have been in meeting after meeting.  In fact I have two more after I post this: one with a new fabric agent, and one with a stunning new pattern maker, with whom I may be a little bit in love.  Her best friend is 6’2″: she gets it.  And, wonder of wonders, she knows people of quality and has introduced me to a new cut and sew shop.

So we’ll have to wait a little bit longer.  I’m sorry.  I couldn’t be more disappointed, but I will not put my name on, nor take anybody’s money for, a substandard garment.

I hope you all understand!

In the mean time I will still be posting about things I find.  The latest has me pretty excited.

Lane 172 is a Korean brand making flats in a rainbow of colours.  They’re seriously cheap at around AU$30 each, plus $10 postage from YesStyle.com.au.

They say they fit to a European 45, but I just received a blue patent flat and a grey flower accent flat in the 45, which fit my size 42 (AU11) feet pretty well.   There’s a fitting guide, and I would go a size up from the recommended fit.  Don’t worry about what seems like excessive width in the fitting guide: it’s a figment of their imagination.

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T-shirt FAIL

Meet Meredith.  Meredith is awesome.  She is so awesome that she let me photograph her in the WORST T-SHIRT EVER MADE.

I’m having some problems with the samples, and to be honest it’s got me questioning my whole approach to the business.  The problem I face is that practically nobody in industry has experience with the kind of fit I’m after, and I don’t have experience dealing with large operations: everything I make is a one-off garment for one customer.  It’s very hard to communicate at times, and every mistake costs $$ and time.

One thing is for sure: these tees are not going to be on sale any time soon.   Starting a business is not for wimps!!

UGH.

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