A little birdie whispered in my husbands ear about a specialty bra fitting store in our neck of the woods ( ok, the little birdie was me). So after a super LONG week with the kids, Jay was working like 15 days in a row and I was completely fed up with the children, he told me he had set up an appointment for me to go and get the girls "fluffed"
We all know after each and everyone of our beautiful offspring have breastfed, tugging and gnawing at our once perky assets, that along with such a vicious beating and gravity, that things aren't so great anymore. I have had the same ONE bra for a few years now. It was a $20 Walmart bra and it's a bit worn out, didn't really fit like it should. So off I went, more excited to be away from the house then the actual fitting.
I was escorted to a change room, told to take off my shirt so I could be measured.
Now I have to admit once she told me my actual size my mouth hung open for about 15 seconds. Let's just say I was WAY out of touch with my actual size.
So after the measurements she brought me a few bra's to try on. When I had the new bra on I first noticed the remarkable lift. The girl's were back up where they used to be oh, so long ago.. (sigh) Then the fluffing instructions were given.
"Start at your armpit and pull your breast into the bra, then separate the breasts so the under wire is sitting against your skin between your breasts." So after many try on's and many fluffs I found the perfect, basic bra.
After finally having a bra that does what it should I can't go back to the old Walmart bra ever again. I encourage you all to go get fitted and fluffed and let's take back our perkiness. It's not just for the 20 year old you know!!! HA HA
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I have never done this and know that I should. The idea of a stranger measuring me sort of freaks me out - aren't I ridiculous?
It is so frustrating though. Every time I find a bra I really like, the manufacturer stops making it!
I remember fondly my most favoritest bra ever... I was 14 and it was a white cotton racerback with the finest of straps, a front closure and a sporty labeled elastic bottom. I can't say it provided much in the way of support (although, at 14 I didn't need support), but definitely much in the way of entertainment while my bf tried to master the front closure with one hand. :P
Where are you, lately?!?! I'm hardly one to point the "Hurry Up And Post to Your Blog" finger, but I may just point one your way!! :)
What Flutter said.
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