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24
I was getting ready to leave the house the other day and after I’d loaded both kids in the car and run back inside to grab my purse I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and came screeching to a halt. It wasn’t the sweaty, red face that startled me (my god, Dylan has become a hefty little honey-baked ham, and toting him in the carseat is like some sort of nightmarish Level FIVE strength routine in 30 Day Shred); it was the whomper-jawed hooters.
One was pointing slightly off to the left, the other making its escape down the right side of my ribcage. The thin, cheap fabric of my Target-purchased bra was doing nothing to mask the décolletage coup d’état happening under my shirt, and as I shoved both hands in there and wrestled everything back to place like I was trying to manhandle two unruly badgers, it occurred to me that in the absence of surgical intervention, it was time for some expert advice.
So yesterday I headed to Nordstrom’s lingerie department, dragging my friend Ashley along for moral support.
We found a clerk and I sidled up to her, awkwardly clearing my throat. “Hi,” I husked. “I know we are total strangers . . . but I feel something magical happening between us. I was wondering if you could come with me into a small dressing room and look at my unclothed breasts?”
Okay, not really, but that’s what it felt like I was saying when I asked if she could do a fitting. I’ve never been fitted for a bra before, so I wasn’t sure what to expect — was I supposed to whip off my shirt immediately, or were we going to engage in some girl chat first, maybe share a little pharmaceutical assistance to loosen the old inhibitions? Would there be a pillow fight, and if so, would the feathers that drifted gaily onto our naked shoulders be pink, or white?
Well, it turns out that a bra fitting is quite professional and there’s really no giggling involved, except when the nice lady informed me that I was not in fact a 36 C like I’ve been wearing for YEARS, but rather, a 32 D. I laughed disbelievingly and said I knew she was the one with the measuring tape and all but I did not think so, ha ha ha, and she had me try on a 32 D Wacoal that fit so perfectly I actually snapped my own picture when she left the room because I’d never seen my chest at, you know, chest level before.
(Dorky jumped-the-shark Lolcats text placement for modesty purposes only, because clearly every last drop of humor has long been wrung from this idiotic meme.)
I bought two bras in my crazy new size and both of them provide the key elements I’ve been looking for: elevation, containment, immobility, and, er, temperature shielding. I would never in a million years have thought to decrease the band size OR increase the cup size, but apparently that was exactly what I needed. Hooray for Nordstrom’s, their famous-for-a-reason customer service, and the oddly named “t-shirt bra”, which essentially creates a bulletproof, sag-resistant Viking-esque covering for that which has been Ravaged by Time and Motherhood.
In related news, I seem to have undergarments on my mind lately because I see I referenced a “pointy-bra’d rack” on a recent Lemondrop post, which is my TOTALLY SEAMLESS segue to ask you to visit me there because no one reads that shit, possibly because I have a lame posting schedule and some mysterious behind-the-scenes editor always adds at least one silly line to my entries, but still, empty comments fields make me sad, boo. Come say hi.
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You know, I went for a bra fitting at Nordy’s for the first time last year. I have always bought/worn a 34C. She took my measurements and announced that I was a 32D. She then went out to the racks, brought back a bunch of bras for me to try on in my new size, AND NONE OF THEM FIT ME. They were too tight. You know what did fit me? The 34C’s. I can’t decide if I should try again or not.
This is so funny. I finally got a bra fitting, too, and I am not the 36B I’ve been wearing for 15+ years but a 34C, and I bought two Wacoal bras that are like a gift from the white-bearded guy upstairs. They keep everything so… immobile, and smooth. Two boobs up for bra fitting!
A good bra fitting = instantly fabulous tits. I never knew what I was missing out on until I went for a fitting at Intimacy here in Chicago (I think Seattle has one, too–I highly recommend them, particularly for the larger-busted among us). I’d been wearing a 34 B or C, found out I was actually a 32E. Uh. Well. Felt like a bit of a moron.
Now, miraculously, that band between the cups actually lays flat against my breastbone, like in the ads! My boobs are actually supported! They don’t fall out over the top of my bras!
Sometimes there is laughing. When I told the sales lady at Nordstrom that I was wearing a 36 D, she actually did a visible chuckle and then proceeded to bring me 38 FF. And now I can put my bra on my head and wear it like a skull cap. Having each of your breasts be exactly the same circumference and depth as your head is a cool party trick.
And a note to Shannon… some of the 34C’s I tried on were too tight. But then I found the magical Wacoal bra, which fits like a glove (on my boobs? Hmmm). So maybe it just depends on the actual bra make/model…
I love Nordy’s they would actually have someone baby sit my kid while I shopped for cloths. I wonder if I would get the attention if I was looking for a jock? ;-)
Oh, uh huh. I am SO SURE your male readers are going to skip “the one where we see a photo of Sundry with her shirt off in the dressing room, and also get to know her rack size.”
You’re a size 2/4 with huge D boobs?
Wow. You’re, like, Barbie or something.
Shannon, it might just be that you’re not used to wearing them as tight as they’re supposed to be. You should get most of the support from the band, and you should only be able to pull it away from you about two fingers’ width. It took some getting used to for me, but now I don’t notice them being tight.
I love the Nordstrom’s fitters! I was wearing a 40C and they measured me as a 36DD. I ended up going with a 38DD for comfort and just waering it on a tighter hook (I actually bought the 36, wore it, and exchanged it the next day with no problems). Still, its thrilling to know I could wear the 36 if I wanted to! And also, I had no idea my boobs were so huge!
I buy my bras at Victoria’s Secret because they are the most comfortable bras (depending of course on the style) I’ve ever worn. Anyway much to my disgust I was fitted and discovered that I’m a 36DD. Oh! Anyway… it’s nice to have a bra that fits and that my boob doesn’t flop out of :)
Bra fittings are so weird. I love how you described it – JB and Pete and the rest of your male fans will love it.
I, too, was wearing the wrong size. I was wearing 34 B forever, and the lady at Nordies told me I was a 32 C. C! She said most people are a size bigger in the cup size and a size lower or two in the band or whatever you call it. Of course, now I’ve gone thru major deflation and I am a 32 A – I went for another fitting. I regressing to training bra territory.
You look fab, even with the dorky word placement!
Ha! You say “male readers skip this one”, that’s just telling us to read on! That’s like telling your kids not to look in the closet before Christmas.
Ha! This cracked me up because apparently it’s pretty common. I’d been wearing a 38 B since I was a teenager and recently had trouble finding ANY 36, 38, or 40 B’s that would fit me AT ALL. So I decided to get measured. And, uh… yeah. No wonder my boobs hung by my ankles before and there were mysteriously placed rolls under my shirts, for I am apparently a 42 D. WTF.
[Mr. T. voice] You look mighty good in them jeans. [/Mr. T. voice] Uh, seriously — you’re so tiny!
Yay for Nordies and fittings. Also, your Lemondrop page is in my Google Reader; I just don’t comment much.
“Temperature shielding” qualities are the first thing I look for in a bra. I just don’t wear any bra that isn’t lined. I don’t know how anyone can stand to.
Its posts like these that remind me why I love this blog!! The picture with text is too perfect.
Are we twins? I went to Nordstroms recently to get fitted, even though I knew I was a 36C. The fitter also proclaimed me a 32D and I scoffed at the idea. But it fit and it is so much better. Now if I could just be as fit as you.
Apparently I’m not alone but I had the same experience! I went into Bra Smyth and they told me the same thing. I always thought I was a 36B and now I’m a 32D as well. I have found that some of the new bras squeeze me a bit more than I like. Next time I will try the 34 as well but I have to say that my hooters are looking and feeling much better. Bra enlightenment! Ahhhh…
I was fitted and found out I was a 32F. Well, huh. What sucks though is that it’s impossible to find that size in stores and shopping online results in $100 bras that I just cannot afford. So I have one bra that fits perfectly and many ill fitting sag inducing bras for normal use.
A good bra that fits is worth its weight in gold, as you have discovered. It is amazing what a difference it can make. Glad you are enjoying your new well-encased girls.
Oh God Linda, you know the pervert boys will so be here looking at your “girls” in your new bra:)
I love bra fittings they rule:)
I thought for years I wore a 44 D but in reality I wear 38DDD, and because of that I was trying to stuff a shitload of boob in too small of a bra.
So let’s see your boobs now — with clothes on!
I’m a real, live 36C. Got fitted and everything. Only thing is, one of me is about a C+ and the other one of me is about a C-. Go figure. (pun not intended…) If I gain a pound, most bras, except my old, stretched out, discontinued Balis, don’t fit. And damn Bali for discontinuing them, anyway!
I’m sorry but..YOU HAVE TWO KIDS??? WTF. I’m putting your half nekkid pic on my fridge after I pop this next girlie out in March to get my ass back in shape.
Luv Ya!
Good luck getting male readers to skip a post containing a pic of you topless…
Anyhoo, I am having all sorts of bra fitting issues after my weight loss. I know the band size has changed and therefore I should probably have a fitting. After buying a cheap bra at Target (sound familiar) in a smaller band size but same cup, I found myself…well…let’s just say my cup runneth over. So I’m postponing the bra fitting excursion for fear I need DOUBLE LETTERS. Eek!
Bra fittings are nothing short of miraculous. (Except when you find out you are a 30 and NO ONE CARRIES THAT BAND SIZE.)
(FYI – for those of you with this problem, DKNY band sizes run small, so 32s fit great.)
*sigh* Just a wee bit jealous over here. I’m out of shape post-baby (the most I’ve been able to do/afford is walking and lame floor exercises in my living room), and my boobs have all but disappeared after I stopped nursing. So sad. I put 30 Day Shred on Netflix. Gonna give ‘er a go cuz dayum…it’s working for you!
I am afraid.
I wear a 36C and have been having annoying problems where my boobs come out under my bra if I lift my arms. I am thinking I may be a 34C. I would be afraid they would tell me I am really a 34II or something!
When I was pregnant I wore an F cup.
Same thing happened to me-thought I was a 34C for years, bras were becoming painful and I was getting a lopsided chest. Turns out I’m a 32D with one boob almost a DD. My native american name is Tiny Bigboobs-because seriously, me, a d?
PS-they are hella difficult to find. I currently only own 3 because I find my size kinda expensive.
Try going from a D to a DDD after a bra fitting. THAT was a total WTF?? moment!
I’m not surprised you’re a 32 considering the fitness achievements you’ve made. Those bra ladies are awesome aren’t they? They’re like no-nonsense mother hens; officials of bra-dom.
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Yeah, just last weekend, I did the same thing, and went from a 34 DD to a 34 DDD. Dude.
Surely I must win with going from a 36C to a 28/30GG after a bra fitting? In the UK, we have a store called bravissimo that caters for the larger chested woman and ohmygod their bras are heavenly… For about four months until the elastic tires of all that weight, gives up and – boing – back where you started with boobs on your knees and two slings strapped to your chest.
I think surgical intervention is a must, especially since I’ve only had one kiddo and any more will surely have my boobs rolling around on the floor like deflated footballs.
Anyhow, hope your elastic keeps the faith a lot longer than mine ;)
Reading all these women who’ve discovered they’re not Bs or Cs but Ds, Es, and FFs makes me wonder if the bra industry is affected by the same crazy size changing meanings madness that plagues the clothing industry. I hope not!
Ok, if I go in and have this done and find out my B-FFs are Es I’m going to be pissed! Hah.
So funny. I’ve never had a fitting, but I think I will as soon as I finish nursing.
So I’ve heard about getting properly fitted, and have always wondered what it really is like. You didn’t go there, but you must give some details. Was there, in fact, a pillow fight? ;-) OK, seriously, do you get measured with or without an ill-fitting bra on? I mean, I’d be embarrassed to be seen in one of my cheap, poorly fitting bras, but I’d also be embarrassed to have to stand there while the woman measured my (horribly saggy, half-filled-water-balloon looking) boobs. So my anxiety about how it really goes down has lead me to never get fitted. And so I randomly grab bras off the racks and take home whatever feels the least uncomfortable. (Currently, a 34 NB. That’s a Nearly B. Sigh.)
Immediately upon reading this, my first thought was, “Linda really thought she was a C-cup??” because I am no Nordstrom bra-fitter, but I *am* a large B/small C cup, and your tits are way, way bigger than mine. I can’t believe no one in the 37 comments before mine has said the same! Anyway, a well-fitted bra makes all the difference in the world, and Target bras are crap. Cute, but crap.
I went to Victoria’s Secret about a year ago and got told I was way bigger than I’d ever thought. Funny how that works. I still don’t think it’s right, but they fit so whatever. I’ve got to tell you though that you are my inspiration now. Two children and your stomach is amazing. I swear, I have the body that the mother of two children should have. So again, you’re an inspiration.
Ah, if only we’d been there at the same time. (And I don’t mean that in a kinky sort of way). I was downtown about 3 weeks ago and finally had the balls (or boobs) to ask for professional help. I swear, it was like I was 14 buying tampons- sweaty hands, quivering voice, trying so hard to sound like an adult when I wanted to giggle wildly…. All that angst to hear the nice Nordstrom lady declare that I am a 36 DD rather than a 38 C. I think the skies parted and angels sang when I slipped into the new skivvies.
Once, I went to a bra shop to get fitted, and suddenly this little old lady was feeling me up. I guess it was traumatizing, because I walked out of there and having been wearing the same style of bras ever since.
lol, love the post,
now ( ahem) I have to go google WACOAL? BRAS.
Calvin Klein makes some hella great bras, which you can get at Nordstrom or Macy’s. I recently had a fitting to see if I was really in the right size (I worked in lingerie a million years ago and learned how to do fittings, but had long since forgotten), and I remain a 34B for most of the CK bras I’ve tried, but there is one style in which I wear a 34C, and so I bought two just to revel in the glory of it.
You’ve got some balls putting that picture up…and I looove you for it..I’m thinking I’m due for a fitting too..too much moving around going on..
Well, I have to agree with the first commentor-while you might get a REAL fitting and precise measurement of boobage, I have to say that a 34C is a 32D somewhere else. Unless, you go somewhere where all the bras are consistent in size. I’ve noticed that Target’s bras don’t last and are flimsy or oddly cumbersome. The last bra I got was a Hanes 36 NC. Like Nearly C. Or Nearly Car-razy. I’m 27 and haven’t found a good bra that doesn’t cost a preposterous amount.
I wear a 34GG… nuff said. And they didn’t go down after nursing…
Thank goodness for Bravissimo without whom I would have 4 boobs everyday.
Okay I just have to inform you that you have done an extremely perilous thing.
As soon as you spend $200 on a regiment of new 32C bras (not 34B or 36A) and dance around fondling yourself until they kick you out of the store, the then blog about your triumph, you will
GET PREGNANT.
At which point whatever’s left of your boobs will stage a wildcat strike – one will flee to your armpit and the other directly south. And after your next kid you’ll have to go and do it all again except this time, you’ll be able to make origami cranes out of your nipples.
It’s like some kind of law of bosom quantum physics. Figure out your size, adore your newly locked ‘n loaded bazongas, play too much hide-the-pickle and bingo. Tuck those gorgeous new bras away FOREVER.
Or maybe that was just me.
Dude, I could have told you a LONG time ago that you are not a 36….maybe during pregnancy or before you accomplished your fitness goals, but *HELL NO*, not a 36!
Wacoal rocks.
I used to work at Lane Bryant, and did tons of bra fittings. It was important to me, because I have huge knockers (so a good-fitting bra saves me pain), but some of my co-workers didn’t care at all. Beware the fitters who are just trying to cram you into an expensive bra. I measure myself, at home, every other month, and I range between a 38F and a 40DDD in the type of bra that I wear (right now I’m wearing a 40DDD, for instance, which at LB is not an F).
I’m glad you found a great-fitting bra. It really can do wonders!
I’ve been measured three times at Victoria’s Secret and have been given a wildly different size each time. The last time, (34D, I think) the bras actually fit. For a while. I swear to god, they’re GROWING again. For no reason. Boobs should not just GROW for no reason.
WORD to your Mother F-ing MOTHER. I am firmly convinced (heh, “firm”) that most women do not wear the right size of bra. And Victoria’s Secret is the WORST place for a fitting – they do not make my size (34E), so they just tell me to “try the 34DD.” Uh…that is not the right size. I’m not jamming my clodhoppers into smaller shoes just because a store doesn’t have a size 8 – my breasts deserve the same!
I do not work for, nor am I at all affiliated with them, but figleaves.com has a wide array of bras, and some wicked deals. Once you know your size, have those pretty little things wing their way right to your door!
They also have a handy measuring page for women to measure themselves at home. Better than nothing!
Oh my gosh, wearing the right bra makes all the difference in the world. My friends always laugh that I’m willing to spend money on a bra but I HAVE to, I’m a 36DD and I can’t skimp on support – I’ll be tripping over them if not. :o) (nice visual.)
Since you’re one to appreciate the quotes of our friends from Springfield:
“Mmmmmmmmmmm Boooobies!”
Sorry, that’s all this hetero can say after reading that!
IS THERE A NOTARY IN THE HOUSE?!?!?!
I need someone to validate the timing of this blog entry, because after many-a-year of bad Christmas gift ideas to my wife, this year I made an earnest attempt to pay attention to my wife, what she says, what she does, etc – and collect good gift ideas that I can then act on and shower upon her at Christmas.
After firing out my three wonderful children, my wife has commented how much gravity has taken control of her hogans. (I never would have observed this. Boobs are boobs. Love boobs. Must see more of her boobs….)
So I thought about and this past Saturday acted upon setting up a bra fitting for her at Nordstroms as one of her Christmas gifts – complete with a $200 gift card to spend on bras (and perhaps throw a little – VERY LITTLE – something extra in the bag for me.)
So I need credit for this idea on my own – and not because as I can already hear my wife saying the words “you got this from that blog”. Even if I did – its still a good gift for a mother of three that is doing her best with what she now has using her old bras – right? But I want the full monty – I heard her (for once) then translated the situation into an opportunity of potential and promise and then acting on it to make it happen.
I have the receipt to prove the purchase happened last Saturday BEFORE this entry (which I will now be including in the gift box and highlighting the date) along with a printout of this blog entry for moral support that fittings are a good thing done in a tasteful way that yields the desired results.
And yes – I’m fully anticipating her spending the $200 on handbags, to add to her collection of HUNDREDS of handbags that all look the same to me. Honestly, they are all the same.
By the way – seems like everyone that goes in for a fitting comes out with a size bigger than what they thought they were. Does Nordstrom charge extra for giving you bigger boobs? (Mmmmmmmmm….. bigger boooobbbbssss…)
Know this isn’t the point of the post, but babe, what kind of jeans are those? They look foooooobulous.
the good news is, you are not alone, i worked as a bra specialist for over 4 years and 9 out of 10 women are in the wrong size.
every woman should get a re fitting every few years as our bodies fluctuate, and a new fitting is definitely in order with major body changes such as weight gain or loss, childbearing etc.
the good news! when you go down in band you go up in cup. So that means a 32D, 34C and 36B are all the same cup size, just different band size. So not only where you two band sizes too large but you were also a cup size too large, just because one is a D cup does not mean they have HUGE knockers, yes maybe large for a petite stature but not large in the concept our society seems to have for D cups.
Also if you are a 32D your sister sizes (all bra manufactures are different and you can sometimes fit in a sister size better depending on who makes it, if there is padding etc) are 30DD(a custom size so you wont see this one) and 34C, a very common size you will see, as 32D are not always as available.
See, down in band, up in cup and vise versa.
It must be something in the air. Just last night my friend and I made plans to go to a bra-specialty store this weekend to finally find out what the hell size(s) we really are.
After all those Oprah and Tim Gunn shows with women being shocked at their actual bra size, and after all these years of tugging and pulling and adjusting our own bras, we figured we’re way overdue.
This post is, erm, timely. I was walking to an interview downtown last week, and noticed as I stopped at a cross-walk that one boob had escaped beneath the band and was hanging noticeably lower than the other and there was no way to fix the situation before I walked into the building without it being very obvious what I was doing. The idea of a bra-fitting has always made me a little uncomfortable, but you don’t make it sound so bad, so Nordstroms here I come.
Also, seconding Mary, mind sharing the jeans brand, because those are very cute.
Jeff, your comment has me snorting and choking on my coffee. HOGANS.
Harvest: the jeans are Sevens, the ‘Flip Flop’ style which is short enough not to require altering, which RULES.
Wow, you have a lot of big boobed women reading your blog! I should go and get measured, but I think I’d be too depressed. “Oh, you have the wrong size, you’re not an A, you’re a AA’ (hey, why is AA smaller than A, but DD is bigger than D?). Boobs.
Yeah. I’ve had that same experience at Nordy’s. One little trip to the fitters and I went from a 36C to a 38DD! I have to admit that I was more than a little bit shocked by the change……but I’m a heck of a lot more comfortable!
When I haven’nt nursed all day my 34B fits perfect! Is it wrong to just keep pumping long after the baby stops nursing? After each child they seem to shrink so my husband and I are guessing this time(our 3rd) they will be history. So my question to you is, do frozen blueberries give you big boobs? Let me in on the secert of big boobs!!
FYI: Your hair rocks almost as much as your body. Keep up the hard work, it’s so paying off for you!
Boobs are tricky things, aren’t they? Week to week I swear, mine change size. And bras of course are never made the same, so a 34DD at V.S. translates to a 36D at Kohl’s or even a 34C elsewhere (sidenote to “Each”, thanks for the pointers on sister sizes!!). I am consistently unhappy with my boulder holders! Off to Google Wacoal to see if any stores near me carry them.
This is so funny. I just got fitted for a bra at Nordstrom too, and I too was told to go up a cup size and down four inches in the band size. Apparently most women make exactly this mistake. After I made all sorts of self-deprecating comments to the salesperson about how I needed to just get a boob lift, she gave me her card and I discovered that she’s also the person who fits you for a prosthesis after your mastectomy, and I was all, “dang, here I am complaining about the shape of my breasts when at least I *have* breasts.”
Your hair is looking particularly lovely in that picture, and I feel like I have to point it out because if hair is lovely enough to distract from the fact that YOU ARE NOT WEARING A SHIRT (wheee!), well, it must be noted.
I had a bra fitting at a famous bra shop in NYC called Town Shop- on the Upper West Side- it was a little bit embarassing.. but, like you, I was wearing the wrong bra side.
I’m going to go back to Nordys after Christmas (yes, we are on a nick-name basis- I love it there) and see what the holiday eating season did to the state of my back fat.
just cuz i’m sure you’ll hate me for mentioning it…yesterday i actually totally FORGOT to put a bra on. didn’t even realize till i was at work wondering why everything felt a little….loose. of course, i also couldn’t remember whether or not i let the dog in, where i parked my car, and if actually asked, i might have actually forgotten my own NAME yesterday (stress and lack of sleep apparently makes me Brain Dead). but ya. no bra. i mean, there have been days when i’ve actually forgone a bra on purpose (say weekends and such), but i’ve never actually just jumped in my clothes and gone to work before without remember to put on, you know, UNDERGARMENTS! oddly enough, i didn’t forget my panties. weird.
(and as for the bra fitting, i haven’t had one since before i was married. i need a freakishly sized bra..something like a 43 B, which i’m not sure they even make)
I am soooo glad more and more people are getting bra fittings these days. I am also a 32D and up until a few years ago I could not find more than a couple of brands that catered to that size because, you know, ‘nobody that skinny is that endowed’, or ‘everybody is the perfect 34B’. HA!
Thanks to more people realizing they are a bigger cup, now there are beautiful good bras available in loads of different sizes. I love it.
Viva the bra fitting trend!
I do wish that, to have a bra that fit, I could have regular bra STRAPS and not those horribly huge “comfort” straps. Also maybe a demi cup for a reasonable amount of money wouldn’t kill someone.
Uch.
I went into Lane Bryant and asked for a fitting. The woman asked what size I wore, and when I told her, she laughed. She measured me in the middle of the store, which was embarassing enough, she then announced my true size to a packed store: 44 F! I could actually hear crickets at that point. People could not look away. She went over to a rack and gave me some options to try. They all worked great, but I am now exiled in the land of comfort straps and fugly for the rest of my life.
Yeah, those Nordstrom bra ladies are pure magic. That is, until they measure you and tell you that they don’t make underwire nursing bras THAT BIG.
Like you, I was all WTF today, when I took my 40C 3 year old saggy stretched out bra self into Nordstrom’s (yes, on Black Friday, I am INSANE!!!!!!) and the nice lady eventually fitted me with a 36DD Wacoal 85185. I only bought one because damn! they’re pricey, but that Bodysuede fabric surely does feel good. So, thanks for the recommendation. I even took pictures in the dressing room, wanna see them? ;) Of course, I don’t look NEARLY as good as you (yet), but you ARE my inspiration. I’m working on it.
I just want to stand up for Lane Bryant. Maybe everything isn’t all lace and sheer net, but when you have huge Hogans the way we do, you need a little more fabric support. I got some cute ones there the other day. I’d rather deal with comfort straps than boobs that fall through the gap between the underwire and my skin.