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As has been noted here before, I am rather a fan of City Chic. They do nice clothing for fat women which are neither sack-like or condescending in design. Their fabrics and construction might not be the best, but you get what you pay for and it’s fucking awesome to have decently mid-range priced, NICE clothing for young fat people available in Wellington*. Plus the women who work in their Lambton Quay store are LOVELY. More on that later.

So a few months ago I saw this dress on their Facebook page and was all I WAN DIS.

Then I forgot about it.

Then I remembered and went into the store but they didn’t have it.

Then I forgot again.

They never got it in anyway.

~~~ months pass ~~~

A few weeks ago I had a bit of time to kill and wandered into the store.


Yup, one lonely Peter Pan collar dress hanging all by itself in the middle of the rack (I found out later it had been sent to them completely at random). I’m pretty sure my hands moved at the speed of light to grab it, but my ardor was doused when I realised it was, in fact, a size too big.

(credit to Hyperbole and a Half)

Granted, that may be a slight exaggeration (they don’t have a couch in-store) but it was pretty close. But the dress had a tie waist which I reckoned could be winched in, so I gamely gave it a go.

So how’d I do?!

I’m wearing it here with silver t-bar stilettos all ready for a big night out for a friend’s birthday.

Close-up of the neckline:

The trim is a strip of white chiffon-y fabric with tiny silver beads. I’ve got a black camisole underneath for a bit of extra coverage, but it was about 2 minutes after leaving the house that I realised it kept slipping down, and about two glasses of wine into dinner that I stopped caring.

And you want to know the best part?

Two days ago I popped into the store again to ask about this top, and as I walked in the door the sales woman said “ah-hah! You bought the Peter Pan collar dress, didn’t you?! We’ve juuust got in a top you’re going to love…” and started taking the XS off the mannequin before I was even able to say “funny you should say that…”.



*There are some beautiful plus-size stores on Featherston St, and keep an eye out for a post on my new dress from TCD (those guys rock too – they remember my name even!), but to me the difference is City Chic is aimed at the younger market, and is a ‘wander in off the street’ store rather than a separate destination because clearly fat people need to shop in special roped-off areas of the city. I’m being unkind, I know, but I’m also right.

I really do love TCD.