Dear Old Navy,
I’m a really busy girl. I have kids and work and school and supper and laundry and, well you get the point. With all this going on I prefer to shop at night. When all the kids are in bed. Usually around midnight.
To shop at midnight I have to shop online because the stores are closed by then. But that’s ok. Really I prefer this anyway because people often annoy me and online I don’t have anybody coming up to me over and over again saying, “Can I help you?” or “Are you finding everything you need?”
My daughter is growing like a weed. Seriously. I can’t get that girl to stop. I buy her a new wardrobe and by the time I wash everything once she outgrows them. It’s really annoying. I told her she either needs to stop growing or she needs to get a job, but she never listens. Figures.
So anyway, my eight-year-old is now in a size 10 so I had to buy her a bunch of summer clothes. Her size 8 clothes from last summer are way to small. So I headed over to my trusty Old Navy bookmark in Firefox and took a look at your inventory. I picked out some cute summer dresses, some shorts and a bunch of t-shirts. All good.
My daughter also needs some new swimsuits. Her butt cheeks are starting hang out of last year’s suit and I just can’t have that. I’m apparently not hip because I’m just not down with these short shorts and teeny-tiny tops that girls are wearing these days. I want my girl to be covered.
So I purchased this swimsuit for my daughter. It’s really cute. She loves pink. She loves flowers. And this covered her tummy. These were her three requiements. So all was good.
At least until the clothes arrived.
My daughter was so excited for her new clothes (she kind of a clothes junkie, but aren’t we all). She immediately ran downstairs to try on her swimsuit first. Imagine my shock when she walked up stairs with boobies.
Now I sometimes get distracted, but I was pretty sure she had no boobs before she went downstairs to try on her new clothes. But there she was, standing before me in her new suit with what was so obviously some boobage.
I was shocked. Before I knew it a “what the hell?” slipped out from lips. See what you did to me Old Navy? You made me curse in front of my child. Tsk. Tsk.
Upon further inspection I discovered this suit has a little padded bra. Seriously Old Navy?!? A padded bra. In a child’s swimsuit? Not a teenager’s swimsuit, but a size 10 CHILD’s swimsuit.
Fortunately I was able to remove the padding and all is now right with the world. But I’ve got to tell you. I’m still a little shaken by it. What’s next, padded onesies for infants?
Get a grip Old Navy. Girls may think they want to look sexy. And they may think padded swimsuits are the way to go. But any girl who wears a size 10 doesn’t buy her own clothes. Her mom buys ‘em. And I gotta tell you. This mom is sooo not in to the padding.
I’m putting you on notice Old Navy. Our relationship is starting to get a little rocky. If you value my love and affection you won’t let this happen again.
Hugs and Kisses,