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bloodyrosemccoyThe other day I suffered from Total Bra Blowout,* necessitating a trip to the mall (on Labor Day—a thing that should be avoided if at all possible). I’ve leveled up in Bra Size, apparently. The only thing to do was to buy a stack of new ones, including a purple one that I think is reinforced enough to count as “scaffolding” rather than “lingerie.”
And I tellya, it’s amazing how a new bra makes all the difference, by which I mean that it arranges things just so that my boobs are always in my visual field. They just lurk down there until I move, and then my survival instincts are like “WHOA WHAT’S THAT IS IT LIONS oh never mind it’s just the great prow of this vessel” and then I am all confused because my survival instincts have mixed their metaphors. It’s like when I get a haircut and spend the next few days jumping every time I pass a mirror.
Also, I hate it when people refer to breasts as “the girls.” The saleslady kept doing that and it was driving me bonkers. I anthropomorphize a lot of things, but boobs aren’t on the list.
Anyway, the most entertaining part of the actual buying was that Dad had come with Mom and me to the mall, and so in order to find us after buying whatever the hell he needed, he had to brave the Dillard’s Underwear Dungeon. He spent a lot of time muttering about the impossibility that all the bras around him would get sold. After all, how many women could there be in Salt Lake City?**
“Oh, they sell,” the saleslady assured us. “Why, I myself have a hundred bras!”
“All lined up in your closet?” I asked.
“In my dresser.”
“How do you even keep track?” Dad asked.
I think even without ladies like her skewing the average, though, there’s probably high turnover in the Underwear Dungeon. Total Bra Blowout can strike anywhere, at any time, and you’ve got to have somewhere to go when it does.
tl;dr
*Turns out buying all your bras at once leads to them all expiring at once. Damn.
**Insert obligatory Utah female-to-male ratio joke here.
And I tellya, it’s amazing how a new bra makes all the difference, by which I mean that it arranges things just so that my boobs are always in my visual field. They just lurk down there until I move, and then my survival instincts are like “WHOA WHAT’S THAT IS IT LIONS oh never mind it’s just the great prow of this vessel” and then I am all confused because my survival instincts have mixed their metaphors. It’s like when I get a haircut and spend the next few days jumping every time I pass a mirror.
Also, I hate it when people refer to breasts as “the girls.” The saleslady kept doing that and it was driving me bonkers. I anthropomorphize a lot of things, but boobs aren’t on the list.
Anyway, the most entertaining part of the actual buying was that Dad had come with Mom and me to the mall, and so in order to find us after buying whatever the hell he needed, he had to brave the Dillard’s Underwear Dungeon. He spent a lot of time muttering about the impossibility that all the bras around him would get sold. After all, how many women could there be in Salt Lake City?**
“Oh, they sell,” the saleslady assured us. “Why, I myself have a hundred bras!”
“All lined up in your closet?” I asked.
“In my dresser.”
“How do you even keep track?” Dad asked.
I think even without ladies like her skewing the average, though, there’s probably high turnover in the Underwear Dungeon. Total Bra Blowout can strike anywhere, at any time, and you’ve got to have somewhere to go when it does.
tl;dr
*Turns out buying all your bras at once leads to them all expiring at once. Damn.
**Insert obligatory Utah female-to-male ratio joke here.
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Date: 2011-09-08 06:29 am (UTC)Though to be honest, I absolutely hate shopping for bra's as well. Mostly because they never have anything affordable and not hideous in my size. *sigh*
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Date: 2011-09-08 07:29 am (UTC)Generally I like bra-shopping trips, and I always make sure to grab some ridiculous ones to try on for the lulz. Immensely cheering when it's difficult to find bras that fit right.
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Date: 2011-09-09 09:27 pm (UTC)(The bras themselves do indeed look very high quality, although since I myself am a C, I don't have to worry so much about shopping.)
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Date: 2011-09-09 06:27 am (UTC)Maybe it varies by size (fuck does Freya get weird once you go below a ~32 and/or above a GG), but, girl, are you in for a nasty surprise one day. They vary a lot. Like "this one should be a 34 and this one should be a 28" with bonus "oh fuck no are these the same cup size" for the same label size.
They're pretty, but Fantasie/Freya haven't figured out the small band sizes quite yet, such as adjusting the center point of the cup so your nipples aren't pointing out at the edge of your ribcage. For that, you want Ewa Michalak (http://www.ewa-michalak.pl/) (yes, it's in Polish, just click on the UK flag for English) Better constructed, cheaper, HELLO PLUNGE BRAS, and without the silly assumption that you need cup all the way around to your bank. Different sizing so check the sizing generator before you order.
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Date: 2011-09-08 05:00 pm (UTC)That said, bra shopping always seems to be a bizarre experience. Last time I went I even discovered a bra that gave me cleavage! It must have pulled fat from my ass or something.
(I didn't buy it. It turns out that having your body resculpted in defiance of all laws of physics is kinda uncomfortable).
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Date: 2011-09-09 12:25 am (UTC)I am, apparently, not shaped the same way you are. The demi cups and the plunge bras smush my boobs to right where they need to be to get Josh's attention.
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Date: 2011-09-09 12:31 am (UTC)Actually I think that's exactly what it is, I'm looking at the pictures of females with it on google and my chest/torso pretty much looks like that. Weird. Well, I guess I know what's wrong with me then!
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