Sunday, September 15, 2013
My Cups Runneth Over?
So, the back story on this is that I don't have an easy time finding a bra that (a) fits well, (b) is comfortable, and (c) is pretty. Most of the time I guess and generally get two of the three criteria met. Not long ago, after losing some weight, I went over to the gourmet "foundations" store not far from home. The cute young thing there proclaimed that I was swimming in my bra and practically ripped it off of me. She returned to the fitting room with three choices and one of them fit very well, was surprisingly comfortable and while not exactly pretty, it wasn't bad to look at. It was also forty-eight dollars. I tried not to flinch, although this was twice what I was used to spending for a bra. I bought it, took it home, investigated the make and model number on Ebay and within a couple of weeks had acquired four more in various colors, at prices ranging from $15 to $30. Life has been good, as far as The Girls are concerned.
Recently we went away for a long weekend, and while on the initial leg of our drive, I realized that I had brought along a white linen top and no white or "nude" bra. Our destination was in an area unlikely to be home to a gourmet foundation shop. I've never been a fan of the black-bra-under-white-top look, though after seeing quite a bit of it last year in Scandinavia, I have found it less distasteful than previously. But have never tried it. I spoke to Himself, who was driving, and he confirmed that he didn't care for that look either, and perhaps we could stop somewhere and purchase a white one. I was less than optimistic, but agreed. Destination #1 offered nothing more than a Walmart. Oh, well, in I went, leaving You Know Who playing Angry Birds in the car.
There wasn't a whole lot to choose from in the size I've been wearing. There were precisely two, one in nude and the other in white. I grabbed it and confirmed that if it didn't fit I could, indeed, return it. The next day, with no confidence whatsoever (yes, I know you can already see where this is going), I snipped off the plastic tags and put it on.
I wore it all day. It fit just fine. It was amazingly comfortable -- the underwires didn't dig in, the straps were soft, and it didn't ride up in the back. And it was no less pretty than the forty-eight dollar model from the gourmet place.
It cost nine dollars and eighty-four cents.
Posted by Nancy, Near Philadelphia on Sunday, September 15, 2013