'Trash'
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Was that pre-Franny?
what? the A cup? I grew out of that in my late 20s. I was a B cup up until my first pregnancy, and I have no idea what I'll be when I wean again. When I weaned the first time, I was already pregnant and already wearing a 36C or 34D (depending on the bra).
I was a slave to Bali underwire for years, and never had to change bra sizes or try them on, after I found the right one.
I am incredibly envious. I currently own bras in four different sizes -- I've worn all of them in the past two years, and two of them in the past three months. When I lose weight, I usually need to buy new bras before I need to buy new jeans.
I like the 25 to life.
You know what I want?
I want them to shelve the frelling bras by SIZE, not by COLOR.
I do not care how many adorably perky little lavender demicups you have in a 32A. I want to see the full range of bras you have in my size. The options available to the less-endowed merely taunt me.
I was in a department store today, browsing the bras. They had a really nice selection, but in every single style they only had up to 32B or from DD to F. What in the hell happened to all the in-between sizes? Do we average Josephines not count anymore? And yeah, okay, I wasn't actually going to buy anything, but still. Annoying.
I want them to shelve the frelling bras by SIZE, not by COLOR.
I do not care how many adorably perky little lavender demicups you have in a 32A. I want to see the full range of bras you have in my size. The options available to the less-endowed merely taunt me.
Amen, Betsy. I'm sick of pawing through them just to end up disappointed, and my kids are sick of standing there while I do.
Hil, I just hit the jackpot with Bali, but it was only for a few years, 5 at tops. But my adjustments through pregnancy and everything were fine (I did go up, but it was predictable). Now, I have the worst time, but I know that's in part, because I can't take either wire or seams.
I want them to shelve the frelling bras by SIZE, not by COLOR.
That's why I make the lady do the running.
Actually, I've never had much problem within a style -- they don't have that much inventory, and most often the hangers have sizes on, which is a godsend.
The reason I need the lady is because I refuse to shop outside a brand I alread have tested. I can't do the translation handily, and the trial and error is too stressful. Fitting my breasts is definitely the most traumatic trying-on for me, and I find all trying on pretty horrible.
The reason I need the lady is because I refuse to shop outside a brand I alread have tested. I can't do the translation handily, and the trial and error is too stressful. Fitting my breasts is definitely the most traumatic trying-on for me, and I find all trying on pretty horrible.I'm sorry it is traumatic for you, but there's something (probably ugly in me, yes) comforting about knowing that someone with such a beautiful body is also unhappy with the process.
someone with such a beautiful body is also unhappy with the process
I know what you mean, I think, and I thank you for the compliment therein.
God, you should see me bikini top shopping -- it's even worse, because there's not going to be a shirt to hide behind.
I know, I need to get over it and throw my shoulders back instead of succumbing to the krav creep that brings them forward. They're my breasts, and they're not going anywhere without surgical intervention, and dammit, they're not BAD.
(Any takers on the cover letter thing? I just want another pair of eyes on this one before it goes out to make sure I didn't miss anything important, what with this being a one-of-a-kind really cool job and all.)