When Cups Runneth Over

On this day of service, I would like to make a public service announcement about the importance of wearing a bra that fits properly.  I certainly do not mean to offend anyone so if you’re uncomfortable reading about ladies’ skivvies, don't go any further.  (You can't say that I didn't warn you!) 

Most women don’t wear the right bra size.  And that can cause all sorts of problems – back pain, constricted breathing, sagginess, muscle strain, chafing.  That’s just not cool.  Recently, it was brought to my attention that perhaps I wasn’t wearing the correct bra size (in a totally kind-hearted, supportive way).  Now, I don’t give very much thought to what kind of clothes I wear so you can imagine how much thought I give to the clothes that I wear under my clothes.  I know a lot of ladies like to shop at places like Victoria’s Secret to buy their undergarments…but not me.  I’m a simple kinda girl - if there’s a bunch of fruit on the tag, it’s good enough for me.  If it’s $9.99 or less, it’s a winner.  And if I happen to catch a buy one get one free sale, I’m set for a year.

So, how’d I find myself in a ladies’ corset shop getting fitted for a bra?  Short answer – I’m easily susceptible to peer pressure.  Long answer – on Thursday, my pal TopChef explained to me the importance of being measured by a professional bra-fitter.  I told her I’d put it on the list of things to do.  That’s a pretty long list so I figured I’d get around to it by next October.    But then I had to make an unexpected trip home (home = Pennsylvania) on Saturday and while there, I perused the local paper.  Lo and behold, on page 5, there was an ad for the local corset shop that offered free bra fittings.  Except for the ones with speed limits, I’m a big believer in signs.  And that’s how I found myself, with Mom in tow, getting fitted for a bra. 

I was in the dressing room when the professional bra-fitter said, take off your shirt and bra and we’ll find one that fits.  Huh?!  We don’t even know each other’s names!  Shouldn’t we go out for a drink first?  Or coffee?  Maybe we could talk a little?  We’re going to do this with the lights on?!  After the initial panic, we made the proper introductions, I had a stiff drink, and Anita (the bra-fitter) got to work.  Within minutes my fitting was over.  It was a rather pleasant experience and I can now say that I know exactly what size bra I should be buying.  One more thing off the life list! 

So, the next time you’re passing by your neighborhood corset shop, drop in…because no one should suffer the effects of an ill-fitting bra.

Next up…impractical shoes for a practical girl.