So Thursday and Friday were my days off, and I went shopping...for clothes. I rarely go clothes shopping--with intent. Sometimes when I'm out and about I'll pick up a spare shirt or pair of shorts, but this time I was out for real loot.
I didn't come home with much. The rarity of my shopping--with intent--excursions is a direct result of my continuing frustrations at finding stuff that fits appropriately and yet doesn't fall into the stand by category of middle-age-casual. I did find a fabulous wrap-ish shirt, and a number of great camisol/tank top shirts that will ultimately find their way into my pajama drawer.
The big expeditures came in the bra department. I tried on eleventy billion bras, and actually--over the course of two days--came home with probably 5 or 6 of 'em. This will seem unexciting to most people (women) and just plain weird to others (men), but I LOVE my new bras. It's like getting a boob lift and a new wardrobe all at the same time. I'm sure I've made this vow before, but I'll make it again and hopefully hold to it, I will never to wait so long between re-bra'ing again! Shirts that I thought looked sloppy on me, or just didn't fit right are now cute again! The girls are up where they belong, with nary an adjustment all day long. Oh happy day! And this is just bra #1! I have a week's worth of new bras to try out.
So I'll take the little victories. Yay boobs!
2 comments:
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Glad you got a good fit for the girls.
lol
excuse me? unexciting to women? ARE YOU KIDDING?!?! The finding of bras that make you want to sing songs of joy is an incredible thing that I, myself, can understand and yes, even get excited about.
word veri: btckt (which makes me think of Bucket the wonderdog!)
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