So today I wanna talk about measuring for a Buzzy Porter. Sounds simple, right? Heck no. I’ve messed this up more times than I care to admit. Got tired of ordering stuff that fits like a sack or squeezes way too tight. Figured I needed a proper system. Found this sizing guide online and decided to actually follow it step-by-step. No shortcuts.
The Usual Mess-Ups
First, I gotta be honest. My past “measuring” was laughable. Standing on fabric tape measure? Check. Guessing my waist size while slouching? Yep. Using an old shoelace when the tape disappeared? Guilty. Result? Total disaster. Either jackets felt straitjacket-tight or pants pooled around my ankles. Wasted cash on returns. Learned the hard way: eyeballing doesn’t cut it.
Getting My Stuff Together
Enough was enough. Cleared a spot on the floor near a wall. Grabbed:
- My wrinkly fabric tape measure
- A stiff book (my kid’s old math textbook worked)
- A pencil and scrap paper
- The sizing chart printout
- Wore the thin t-shirt and leggings I usually wear under stuff
Biggest change? Asked my partner to help. Yeah, pride swallowed. You really need two hands and another set of eyes for accuracy.
Doing The Actual Measuring Thing
Started with chest. Sounds basic. Held the tape under my arms, wrapped it around the widest part. Partner pulled it snug but not squeezing me like a sausage. Noted down the number. Hips? Same deal – fullest part, tape parallel to the floor. But then shoulders… that’s where it got awkward. Had to hold my arms kinda stiff so partner could measure straight across my back. Felt goofy as hell.
Next up, sleeve length. Raised my arm slightly, partner measured from the bony shoulder tip right down to my wrist bone. Kept checking that the tape followed the natural curve – no drooping. The waist was trickier. Thought I knew where my “natural waist” was. Wrong. We actually prodded around my belly button level to find the narrowest point. Who knew?
Checking, Re-Checking
My first set of numbers looked… suspicious. Felt off. Didn’t trust it. So we did it all again. Same tape. Same positions. And surprise! The chest measurement jumped by almost an inch the second time. Why? Slack tape! That fabric stuff stretches if you don’t pull firm enough. The guide wasn’t kidding about “snug but not tight.” Revised every number. Wrote ‘em big and clear.
Finally Putting It To The Test
Took my corrected numbers to the Buzzy chart. Cross-referenced carefully. Chest? Size M. Hips? Size L. Shoulders? Size M. Annoying gap between M and L meant playing it safe – went with L based on hip and back width. Ordered a Porter jacket with fingers crossed.
It arrived. Slid it on. Deep breath. Shoulders didn’t feel like a cage. Arms didn’t pull tight when I reached forward. Zipped it up over a hoodie – no weird straining across the back. Just… fit. Actually fit. No return label needed this time. I looked at that tape measure like it owed me fifty bucks. Worth every minute measuring twice.
Bottom line? Don’t wing it. Grab someone to help, pull that tape firm, check twice, and let the numbers win. Feels good nailing it first time.
