I had a pretty small chest before I had kids, but now that my breasts have finished their work of nursing three children, they’ve decided to retire to Boca Vista and leave behind a mere shadow of their former selves to check the mail and feed the fish.
As a result, bra shopping is a bit of a challenge. The only store at the mall that stocks my size is La Senza Girl, and although I have been known to shop there in the past, I’m getting kind of embarassed at wearing bras that have Bratz on them.
The only adult brand name I’ve found that fits small enough to flatter my figure is Calvin Klein, and of course, that’s one of the most expensive brands on the market. So I’ve been making do with cheaper bras for a while now, and waiting for a CK sale at The Bay.
This week was that sale, so I forced myself to go (bra shopping is even worse than swimsuit shopping in my book) and I found a bra I just love love love. It was $50, though. FIFTY DOLLARS. I am not in the habit of spending fifty dollars on ANYTHING for myself, let alone something that almost no one is going to see. My winter coat cost less than $50, for heaven’s sake. So did my watch, at least half of my shoes, and every piece of jewelry I own other than my wedding rings.
So it was kind of a big deal, but due to the sale I forced myself to get it.
And it is SO GORGEOUS. It does things to my figure that I do not understand. And so comfy! There isn’t even any underwire!
This morning I was standing in the bathroom in my new bra and jeans, wondering if I could get away with just that as an outfit, since it seemed like such a shame to cover up such a thing of beauty. Sir Monkeypants was VERY supportive of this plan — we joked I’d be just like Sue Ellen Mischke on Seinfeld.
Saner thoughts prevailed, though, and I did pull on a t-shirt to take the kids to gymnastics. Even the t-shirt, by the way, could not fully conceal the fabulousness of the bra. I have to be careful now, because I’m all perky and round again and I keep spilling stuff on the poor girls.
Later I was checking online to see if I could order more of the same style (they only had one in my size at the store), and guess what? My new bra is apparently the exact same model that Sue Ellen walked around in on Seinfeld! I KNEW it could stop traffic.
The bad news, though, is that it has been discontinued, OF COURSE. Once one woman finds a bra that fits, they have to block that from happening again immediately.
Would it be inappropriate to spend this week touring the Bays of Ontario to see if I can find another one? I’m sure the kids are up for a good car trip!