Let’s Discuss Underwear!

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I’ve been in stretchy, ultra-comfy sports bras for a while – as I continue to shrink, more stretchy=longer wear life. ¬†Unfortunately for the SQO, sports bras are neither sexy or conductive to activities of a bedroom nature…

He has to demand I FREE THE TATAS! instead of just doing it himself.

Sooooo – to better keep harmony in the bedroom and beyond, the DIL and I are planning an excursion into Madison this weekend for some **real** bra shopping…and I just happen to have the right blog post to get me in the right frame of mind as I go forth and procure a new undergarment for my boyfriend.

Bonus – I buy it ‘for him’ but get to wear it myself. ¬†Doesn’t get any better than that ūüėÄ

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Anyone else out there count their favorite time of day the glorious moment in time when you are home for the night ‚Äď shedding outdoor and/or work clothing to slide into comfy pajamas ‚Äď reveling in the freedom that comes from taking the bra OFF?

Yea…I live for that moment…

In ShapeAs my body shape will never be described as svelte, thin, shapely, or firm, bras have always been a constant source of aggravation.  The band is either too tight, too small, too loose, too big, too stretchy, not stretchy enough or difficult to fasten.

 

 

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Let’s Discuss Underwear

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Specifically…the ultimate in torture-wear for all the ladies – the¬†vile and demonic¬†brassiere!

Sorry fellas, but unless you cross-dress (no judgements, here!) this is not a post for you.  And if you DO cross-dress Рdo you have any pointers??

Anyone else out there count their favorite time of day the glorious moment in time when you are home for the night – shedding outdoor and/or work clothing to slide into comfy pajamas – reveling in the freedom that comes from taking the bra OFF?

Yea…I live for that moment…

In ShapeAs my body shape will never be described as svelte, thin, shapely, or firm, bras have always been a constant source of aggravation.  The band is either too tight, too small, too loose, too big, too stretchy, not stretchy enough or difficult to fasten.

The cups are a blend of itchy, scratchy, padded too much, padded not¬†enough (sometimes both at the same time!), or they gap and pucker¬†in all the wrong places.¬† They either offer support in unexpected places (hey…a girl’s got to breathe…ok???) or no support at all.¬† The straps are too wide, and cut into my neck, or too narrow, to slide down my shoulders.

To solve¬†these¬†horrific dilemma, manufactures of gadgetry all across the globe have¬†offered¬†up a cornucopia of straps, buckles, pads, inserts¬†and other assorted doodads to solve the average¬†large-breasted lady’s¬†‘unmentionables’ issues.

Bra collageWhy not come up with a better bra???

Yea, I know the answer to that one¬†(as most of you already do), but I’m gonna spell it out anyway just because I’m in that kind of mood:¬† Mass Production of consumer goods equals the “One Size Fits All” mindset – and the minority of those who¬†do NOT fit don’t matter…so we’ll¬†flood the market with¬†‘one size¬†fits most’ (to avoid pesky litigation in the false advertising arena), and sell more useless crap to those who don’t conform.¬† Win/Win for those selling stuff – frustration for those of us who can’t find a damm bra that actually FITS.

My…I’m prickly today…

I broke¬†the ONLY bra I currently own which I don’t loathe about a week ago…leaving me to be jammed into¬†one rescued from the dark recesses of my closet floor because the straps are afraid of heights.¬†¬†Ironically – this meme showed up on Facebook the same day the under-wire snapped.

Bra meme

Tell me Karma doesn’t have a twisted sense of humor… >:D

Soooo… I find I’m being forced to forge into intimates shops to find a replacement…and at this time of year, with the militant shoppers at every parking lot and department store in¬†every city on top of the whole “I HATE¬†clothing shopping” thing I have going for me – I haven’t plucked up the¬†determination to do so yet.

It’s far easier to¬†just grouse about ill-fitting underthings.

The¬†traditional bra shopping routine¬†follows the same, bitter path every time I venture out¬† – ¬†upon entering the store, I’m accosted by all¬†the¬†trendy¬†offerings (blossoms of pattern, lace, and color), not a one of which is sold in my size, and I dejectedly tramp toward the ‘women’s’ section.¬† A wall of bland, monochrome colors greet me – whites, blacks, greys, beiges.¬† No patterning, no frills, no color:¬† just an ugly selection of rounded-off triangular ends, heavy seams, thick straps, entirely¬†utilitarian over-the-shoulder-boulder-holders are¬†offered.

The only bright colors in evidence are on the hangars and tags.

In this arena, size is the only consideration¬†(there, guys…feel better?), because there’s nothing¬†available that shows an ounce of ‘style’ or originality.

I’ll take several of the least offensive into the changing room, decide in the minute I have¬†each on that it’s not a very good fit, and¬†disgustedly settle for¬†the least of the assorted evils once I get frustrated¬†and give up on the excursion as an exercise in futility.

first world problems, yes?

I’ve¬†lost count of¬†the number of bras I’ve owned through the years using this method of selection – most of which get¬†slingshot into a¬†dark corner of my closet to become chew-toys for the cats.

(I’m sure there’s a boob joke in there somewhere…but I’m too¬†irritated¬†to find it…)

The DIL(2B) and I had a few bra discussions when she moved in with me – she’s¬†fairly well obsessed with¬†this slingshot/torture device that society makes women wear to contain the curves – so after the holidays, when the furor of shopping because ‘everyone’s doing it’ dies down, we’ll have a girls shopping day, and try once again to get me a bra that actually fits.

We might just have to stop for some ‘liquid encouragement’ first…