I think the girls got the highlight of the trip.
I was in such a state after the exotic pheromone scents of Trader Joe's,
I actually agreed to go to the mall.
Macy's, in fact. To get new bras. They have a certification process to size bras at Macy's. It can take up to three years to be proficient. So said the sales woman who sized me and gave me this great *Salute the Angels* trick for bra fitting and explained the cross-fit idea (34d=36c=38b all provide the same volume in different proportions) . Then she ditched me for her Holiday Clientèle. She was seemingly unable to bring herself to tell me I wasn't gonna get these mammaries into that delicate, though delicious, Calvin Klein bra. Just in case, I tried on every cute-colored demi-cup bra in my size. Guess what? The girls ain't gonna stand for a demi-cup. They're gonna settle wherever they're free to go. Demi-cup = sausage roll = uniboob = just-give-me-the-navy-blue-sweatsuit-already.
I just didn't wanna go to the full coverage/support/underwire section.
They're not cute, they're huge.
I stood in the dressing room with the last ditch effort with the loverly tuxedo styled demi, ready to cry. Another sales chickie came by and offered to bring me bras in my size.This purty one's from that other section & I didn't actually have to go there.
It's an Olga. Of course.
I got a purple one, too. Merry Christmas to me.
And the rest of ya who will get to see my boobs where they belong *&* they'll be happy.
I was in such a state after the exotic pheromone scents of Trader Joe's,
I actually agreed to go to the mall.
Macy's, in fact. To get new bras. They have a certification process to size bras at Macy's. It can take up to three years to be proficient. So said the sales woman who sized me and gave me this great *Salute the Angels* trick for bra fitting and explained the cross-fit idea (34d=36c=38b all provide the same volume in different proportions) . Then she ditched me for her Holiday Clientèle. She was seemingly unable to bring herself to tell me I wasn't gonna get these mammaries into that delicate, though delicious, Calvin Klein bra. Just in case, I tried on every cute-colored demi-cup bra in my size. Guess what? The girls ain't gonna stand for a demi-cup. They're gonna settle wherever they're free to go. Demi-cup = sausage roll = uniboob = just-give-me-the-navy-blue-sweatsuit-already.
I just didn't wanna go to the full coverage/support/underwire section.
They're not cute, they're huge.
I stood in the dressing room with the last ditch effort with the loverly tuxedo styled demi, ready to cry. Another sales chickie came by and offered to bring me bras in my size.This purty one's from that other section & I didn't actually have to go there.
It's an Olga. Of course.I got a purple one, too. Merry Christmas to me.
And the rest of ya who will get to see my boobs where they belong *&* they'll be happy.
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So many things I want to say, yet so many of those are things I've already said. Instead, I'll say this: Thank you.
okay, and this:
Bestest. Girls. Ever.
Hey! What happened to the girls?! :-D
this picture has changed, why?
others are echoing your cry for a nice bra that fits.
http://aslipofagirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-arent-b-cups-anymore-so-stop.html
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