Well I could never have imagined a couple of weeks ago that I would one day be talking about my breasts in my blog, far less the underwear that supports them – but here we go – the boob post. Yesterday we went into town to purchase a bra that would be suitable to wear post-surgery. Oh gosh. I tried sports bra’s which did not come in my size and although highly unflattering at least they were ‘sport’s bra’s’ and I could see myself wearing them into the future with good reason. But no, the only suitable bra, in my size (shame on you M &S) is in that certain style that I did not anticipate wearing for, oh, another 30-40 years at least (okay possibly more like 10 years). Beige, no wiring, triple hooks, wide straps, no lace but lovely embroidery, it is a beauty indeed. I have not worn a non-wired bra since teenage years. I even had to get a size bigger than my actual bra size to accomodate dressings etc – lovely.
But oh my goodness I may be converted to the wonders of this structurally miraculous practical purchase! I now have the figure of a 1950’s pin up (in my own mind at least – and only in the chest area – unfortunately it has not slimmed my waist to 24″, nor has it lengthened my legs. I do however have that slightly madonna-esque conical shape….) and all with the aid of fabric alone. How is this possible? Of course it is a pity that 80% of my wardrobe is now useless and has transformed from being relatively modest to now revealing acres of this super-bra that covers me halfway to my neck, but polo necks might make a comeback, no?
I may go back tomorrow for one in every colour….and try to find some turtle-necks. x