Being small-framed has its advantages, except when it comes to buying certain undergarments. Too big around for a training bra, too small for a conventional B cup (even though that's what the Perfect Fit People tell me I should be wearing), too modest for a sheer cup, too shy for Wonderbra-style stuffing. What's a girl to do? My battles to find the Perfect Fit are legendary. I've tried A, AA, B, A/B. Over the years I've tried Victoria's Secret, Playtex, Gap Body and Warner. I've waged war against slipping straps, bunching cups, gaping cups, chafing under the arms and the bra that inexplicably rode up my torso every time I twisted my body. Implants might make bra shopping less of a chore--but it'd be cheaper and less painful to have bras custom-made--if there is such a thing.
A year ago I found a t-back bra at Target and by golly for less than $20 it FIT! The cups didn't gape or buckle and they were lined just right. I loved my discovery and it pleased me so to slip it on. It had a front clasp, the straps never slid (advantages of the t-back straps) and the soft cotton fabric didn't chafe. With support I could count on, I felt confident and alluring!
And then? My bra disappeared. Seriously. We do not lose things in this house. The clutter is minimal, stuff is organized. Yet I cannot find this damn bra. I shook out drawers, laundry, towels and turtlenecks in search of the Perfect Fit. No dice.
How can my underwear simply disappear? It defies logic. Two months have passed and my bra has not turned up. But I've learned my lesson--I was foolish to buy only one. Every woman knows when you find something that fits just right--jeans, shoes, bras, swimsuits--you buy the rack so you're set for life. And you buy the rack just in case they stop making it! If you see a woman pushing a shopping cart full of t-back bras through Target later today, that'd be me, stocking up for the rest of my life.
What have you stocked up on just in case? Or worse, what should you have stocked up on?
I've mentioned what a joy it is to have Mr. B as my son--he's trouble (I caught him sniffing gasoline when he was 3 years old), he's expensive (his plumbing issues have cost us $1000), but he brought home this comment on his report card yesterday with all high marks and it made me burst with pride:
Mr. B has shown improvement in several areas and has a strong grasp of basic skills. I look forward to his enthusiastic attitude and stories each day.