Happy National Day of Prayer!

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Well, it IS. And, for those of you who obsessively catalog every detail of my life (Files and Records), you know that my Big!Boss, who is a born-again Christian, gives us Nat'l Day O' Prayer as a paid holiday every year.

It was awesome. I slept in, had lunch (sushi!) with my mom, went shopping, and took a nap. I bought this dress, which looks utterly sassy on me.

I also had a proper bra fitting, and it turns out that I am one of the tiny percentage of women who is wearing the correct bra size. When I asked why my boobs weren't supported well, I learned that I was wearing my bra incorrectly. How can one wear a bra incorrectly? I was pulling the underwire all the way under my girls, flush against my ribcage, which let my boobs hang over a bit. Apparently the underwire is supposed to sit under the girls, but not so far under as to allow boobage to hang over. So when I adjusted things properly, suddenly everything was where it should be. Woot!

Interesting underwire positioning. Is it comfortable, Tep?

I love the dress. It's sasstacular!

Interesting underwire positioning. Is it comfortable, Tep?

Yeah -- I think the point that the fitting woman was trying to make was that, if my boobs are hanging over the underwire, the bra isn't functioning correctly. I asked if that meant I needed a larger cup size, but she said no, and even fetched me some bras with a D cup so that I could see where (and how) they'd be too big.

I'd be happy to lose a cup size and go back down to being a B cup. Nothing hung over anything when I was a B.

Cindy, how'd the party go?

Okay, I know it's incredibly rude to ask for a picture, but I feel like I need a picture of this proper-bra-wearing thing. Because I always thought that right on the ribcage was exactly where the underwire was supposed to go, and all I can imagine now is the underwire sort of hovering in mid-boob, with half the boob drooping down and out of the bra. Which can't be right.

Or, you know, show us your tits! For National Prayer Day!

But, seriously. My bra has been bugging me all day and now I'm eaten up with certainty that I've spent my whole adult life wearing every bra I've ever owned completely wrong.

Also, that dress looks like it'll be sassalicious on you.

I need to do a bra-fitting. But then I'd want to buy bras and that would take $$$. Oy.

BUT, any spare job~ma directed my way (well, to the phone lines between Boise, ID, Corvailis, OR, Seattle, WA, and Chantilly, VA) tomorrow would be oh-so appreciated. It seems that the various bosses will be talking tomorrow about my interest in this other contract. I have no delusions that things will get resolved tomorrow, but it would be a big step forward.

Okay, I know it's incredibly rude to ask for a picture, but I feel like I need a picture of this proper-bra-wearing thing.

Well, it's like this: [link] (not a picture of me, you perverts!) -- I'm having a hard time explaining, and I just realized where my description was incorrect.

I was pulling the underwire flush against my ribcage and then UP, into the hollow under my boobs, which is what allowed the overhang. So flush against the rib cage is proper, as long as the wire is sitting below the breasts, and not yanked up into the curve underneath (one of my favorite parts of my body, BTW, but, despite how much I love it, NOT where the underwire should be, b/c it creates sort of a sling effect).

I have nothing to add on the proper way to wear a bra, other than to say that I like both bras and boobs.

Ah. Okay. My bra insecurity is somewhat alleviated.

When I have the money, I'm gonna get a metric assload of the non-maternity version of my favorite nursing bra -- incredibly supportive and comfy (and no wires, which is very impressive for a DDD-cup); the nursing bras are now all milk-stained and were never anything but boring white anyway, but their regular line has some very pretty and sassy designs.

Job~ma all over the place for you, Suzi!

Ok. Seriously. Someone save me from this reading. I'm gonna poke my eyes out soon. Colonial era through post Civil War orphan(age) stories are gonna kill me. And I've been reading about them for going on seven hours today.