Blog No.2 The KING-SIZE KINGS

Time had passed, I did have plenty of warning; I was given more than adequate notification. I had no one else to blame for this but myself. Leaving it to the last minute. Why I constantly did this was a mystery. I always said to myself, when in this situation, that “this will be the last time!” but here I am again, running around like a headless chicken.

This was probably one of the most important upcoming social events for me in the past five years and it was imperative to look the part. I needed to complete my outfit. There were people who were going to be there whom I had seen at a previous social occasion, so I couldn’t be seen in the same attire. Being large and tall in stature, I didn’t exactly blend into the background. Not that it bothered me. I relished not being part of the crowd.

Only one day left before the event and a few of the stores that I liked seemed not to stock my size. After the fifth store, panic was starting to set in.

Men’s clothing sizes seemed to come to an abrupt stop at “large”. However, small or extra small sizes were a-plenty. Why was this the case? What do larger males do? Whether they be overweight, stocky, bodybuilders, sportsmen, big boned, or whatever. Do they sit at home naked? Cower in a dark room? Perhaps I was the only one? An undetected new species that had just evolved.

Yes, there were the odd specialist large outfitters who generally had no idea how to cater for the larger male. The “cut” would be nonexistent. You would be better off shopping at a tent suppliers store.

I don’t know if it was my persona was giving off some kind of frustrated energy by this time, but entering the sixth store and looking at the approaching store assistant, I knew there was going to be trouble.

The condescending, sneering remark “I’m sorry sir, we don’t do that size, it doesn’t exist in any brand we stock!” I received in answer to my question, led to me contemplating two options.

Option one, was to give this store assistant the biggest continuous backhand face-slapping ever known to mankind. Option two, was to start producing my own exclusive stuff to wear. A booming thought in my mind replied “CHOOSE OPTION TWO!”

I decided to say nothing and left the store. “Great!” I thought, “I’ll produce my own clothing. How am I going to do that?” However, my immediate concern was finding something good to wear for tomorrow. Again a booming thought told me to “CONTINUE YOUR QUEST!”, so I set off on my search and went to the next store.

I did finally find something in my size that I liked, at a reduced “get rid of it” price. Fantastic! A bargain! I was grateful for this, but I didn’t like the inference that they wanted to get rid of it, like it was some kind of anomaly.

The social event was great and I felt a like a King.

A KING-SIZE KING!

I decided to use this phrase to describe our size.

Of course the clothing is for everyone, some smaller size people love to wear oversize garments and they look great.

Whoever you are, come join the journey at the birth of OLA OROBO clothing.