I ordered two new bras about ten days ago. They arrived yesterday. Things I like about this:
- I got to throw away my old bra, with the broken-but-not-quite-poking-out-through-its-casing underwire.
- These hook in the front, and I bought them in a larger band size and smaller cup size, hoping that I'd guessed right on both volume and support, and that I would no longer have to chase after bra straps which were heading for my elbows. I have small, sloping shoulders. Band size is one problem. Cup size is another. Spacing of the straps has been a nightmare for years.
- They're not ugly.
- I did not, in fact, have to wrangle my bra straps today. They pretty much stayed put once I was hooked in and fluffed.
- I have cleavage. Nobody gets to see it, but it's there.
- They don't bunch up the top of my temple garment like the old bra did.
- They're not molded and slightly padded like the old bra, so every time my shoulder harness slides around as I drive, my right boob hollers, "Hey, you don't know me that well!" I spent most of the drive home tonight with my right hand tucked inside the shoulder harness, holding it slightly out from my body about midway between boob and waistband.
- Minimal lift. I'm not sure how the catalogue models manage to look demurely perky, but on me the look is more like a souffle after you've taken out a serving or two.
- I thought I was buying a posture bra, where the back section rises several inches above the band, but apparently I did not.
In other news, last night I asked for recommendations for a house painter, and I had three leads by the time I went to bed. I don't know if the gallons upon gallons of green paint that Beloved bought on deep discount are still any good. That would be a tender mercy. I like the current color, so I could easily live with it until the house needed repainting again.
But for now I'm going to shut down this popsicle stand and go knit until bedtime.