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Making it better
Jul. 14th, 2005 02:42 pmI'm not exactly in spastic heaping buckets of glee, but I think I'm retaining a jagged fingernail's grip on my sanity.
Last night I headed up to Northgate on the Great Bra Shopping Safari, and hit the Store Formerly Known as the Bon, Nordstroms and Target. Target's with VS on my bra size, while The Bon and Nordstroms for the most part think I'm a cup smaller. Mostly. Except when the bra in question leaves me with ugly wrinkly bits over my nipples (no matter the size), as I don't exactly have torpedos sticking out of my chest. Stupid Bali. Comfy-looking or not, the only way I'll get an ugly bra is if it straps the girls down enough for me to run a marathon and not jiggle a jot. And even then I'll put a tshirt over it or something.
Spent far too much money, but I have nice bras that fit now, and maybe slipped a nightgown or two and a few pairs of delightfully soft fuzzy socks in the shopping basket.
Editted to add:
Also, am genius. Was thinking chemises (so as not to sweat all over nice new corset) but had flash of brilliance - men's underwear! So I bought A-shirts or whatever they call those tanktop-things that I refuse to call by the w-b word. I love men's underwear tshirts. I'd probably still be wearing the ones I stole from Nathan if they hadn't fallen apart. (Seriously, swiss cheese! But, ohsocomfy.)
Last night I headed up to Northgate on the Great Bra Shopping Safari, and hit the Store Formerly Known as the Bon, Nordstroms and Target. Target's with VS on my bra size, while The Bon and Nordstroms for the most part think I'm a cup smaller. Mostly. Except when the bra in question leaves me with ugly wrinkly bits over my nipples (no matter the size), as I don't exactly have torpedos sticking out of my chest. Stupid Bali. Comfy-looking or not, the only way I'll get an ugly bra is if it straps the girls down enough for me to run a marathon and not jiggle a jot. And even then I'll put a tshirt over it or something.
Spent far too much money, but I have nice bras that fit now, and maybe slipped a nightgown or two and a few pairs of delightfully soft fuzzy socks in the shopping basket.
Editted to add:
Also, am genius. Was thinking chemises (so as not to sweat all over nice new corset) but had flash of brilliance - men's underwear! So I bought A-shirts or whatever they call those tanktop-things that I refuse to call by the w-b word. I love men's underwear tshirts. I'd probably still be wearing the ones I stole from Nathan if they hadn't fallen apart. (Seriously, swiss cheese! But, ohsocomfy.)
