Underwear doesn’t last forever. The elastic goes and the edges get frayed. For me underwear is the least exciting thing to buy. It’s like buying flour or replacing a water heater. Money out the door but no one notices.
Today I went out to buy new bras.
I am an odd size. I have a narrow body so I take a small band size which doesn’t come in flashy exciting colors. Maybe it does but the stores don’t carry it.
Because of my odd size I went to a boutique that only sells lingerie. They are more likely to have my size than a department store.
After the prepubescent sales person heard that it’s been a while since my last purchase, out came the tape measure. That’s always a scary thing.
She decreed my size is one band size smaller and two cups sizes larger than the size I’ve been wearing for the last ten years. Always the easy-going client, I agreed to try whatever she came up with as long as it was wire free.
It was a wonderful fit. When I bent over, nothing fell out! Nothing was digging and the straps weren’t slipping. It was comfy.
Despite the larger cup size I do not have two pointy cones protruding from my chest. Nothing is blobbing out at places it shouldn’t. All that extra skin you grow as you age you stuff in the cup. It’s like the elastic in the old bras. It’s tired and doesn’t snap back.
Someone should come up with a laser treatment that tightens the skin like a shrink-wrap machine. That would be so cool. They would lay you on a plate and the skin would shrink to your body.
I will wash and wear one of my new purchases. If all goes well, I am going to stock up before they discontinue the style and make me start from scratch.
That purchase was so boring I treated myself to a hot pink sweater. Woo hoo!