Thursday, June 25, 2009
Vanity Fair #75266
Last week I went bra shopping. This was out of extreme necessity due to the fact that my underwear are truthfully, the most neglected part of my wardrobe.
Most of my disposable income goes towards cute shoes and handbags and the occasional shiny baubles for my ears or wrists.
I generally ignore my underwear until they are raggedy and falling apart.
I wasn't brought up this way mind you.
My mother would shake her head and cluck"for shame,for shame" if she were to go through my lingerie drawer today.
Then she would place all the blame on my Yankee husband (and I would let her)
as being too "insensitive or cheap" to buy me nice unmentionables.
For you see, she dragged me at the age of 12 to Miss Debbie's Women's Apparel Shop to have me fitted for my first bras, and I endured long lectures on the importance
of proper fitting and well made underpinnings.
So it wasn't her fault. She raised me right.
It's not that I didn't care about these lessons, it's just sort of a "out of sight-out of mind" kind of thing with me.
She blamed my poor unsuspecting husband but all the time it was me.
So last week I found myself in the lingerie department at Macy's, totally mystified.
When did all of the bras become padded?
Rows and rows of beautiful, perfectly sculpted boulder holders.
Now I'm no Dolly Parton, but my "girls" have never needed any help either.
Every single bra from size A to Double D had enough foam lining to stand alone.
You can't lay these flat in your drawer either unless it's deep.
They need to be on hangers.
I need more closet space.
Sigh...so here I sit wearing my lovely new padded bra.
The overall look is a nice and smooth silhouette. A definite improvement.
and I must admit-it's very comfortable.
Can't help feeling a little deceptive though.
I think I'll go buy some tight tee-shirts now. ;-)
Posted by Dixie at 7:06 AM