I'm off to the MOA
to find a birthday gift or two for a couple of gals, and then I'm doing some much needed brassiere shopping.
The girls need a few new slings, it seems.
No boys, it's not nearly as sexy as it sounds, trust me.
Well...unless you count how, when there are a few of us in the fitting room together we will tenderly and gently "help" one another get the bras on just right
. Or, how sometimes we get so excited when one fits really well that we will hug each other and "accidentally" kiss.
In our underwear.
See? Not exciting at all.
Happy Friday my little leopard-clad mosquito bites.
I hate bra shopping. All the shirt on/shirt off action makes my hair frizzy and my face hot and flushed. Then it always seems like the sizes I pick out - which is the same size I'm currently wearing in my old beater - never fits right! I mean, how could it not fit if that's what I'm wearing right now?! And I really don't like having a salesperson in there "helping" me put the bra on or offering to measure me. No thank you. Of course, that only happens at upscale stores, which I hardly ever frequent. Also, I begin to notice that 99% of my bras are of some sort of smooth fabric with nary a decoration. So I try to break out of my rut and get something sexy, sparkly, frilly, or lacy. And I end up walking out again with the same ol' tried and true Plain Janes. Why? Because those lacy ones are so darn itchy! Which is why bra shopping is such a pain in the butt.
Someone's going to believe that one. Or you'll get some wacky google hits...
One time at a store, I had a coupon for a discount on a bra (queen of coupons, I am). I brought the coupon to the register and was told it was only good if I had a fitting. For goodness sakes. I said fine. She measured and told me I was a different size. I bought the size I thought I was. I'm such a rebel to bra authority. Probably a rebel in an ill-fitting bra...
I KNEW IT!!
Now see, bra shopping is one of my favorite kinds of shopping. Because I've been a tried-and-true size for awhile now--I got measured once and the saleslady said, "Well, look at you. You have been buying exactly the right size!"
So I just get to pick out the pretty patterns and colors I like, change real quick to make sure they look okay, and I'm done! Not as much fun as shoes, but far easier than jeans!
Trying to titillate your male blog readers, eh WM ?
And yes the pun was completely intended.
You neglected to mention how we all gather in the dressing room together and celebrate our lovely new, snugly contoured tit slings by jumping up and down and screaming, "Don't we look HOT?"
I'm especially fond of the upscale stores whose dressing rooms provide trampolines for this ritual.
I thought only my friends and I shopped for bras that way...
Oh, why did you reveal that?! ;)
I just got one of those $10.oo gift cards in the mail from Victoria Secret, so I guess I'm going to go in there and redeem it for my complimentary underwear. I hope I get lucky like that. Usually, I just feel ridiculous in there, buying underwear that I don't particularly want anyone in public knowing I would wear.
I never let anyone touch mine for free.
Gee, that never happens in the sports bra area where all us lesbians buy our bras....
Take me with you next time. Please?
I need to do some bra shopping as well, but really? I'd sooner hack them off with a rusty coat hanger I hate shopping THAT much...ESPECIALLY Bra shopping...
Sounds like how we spent lazy afternoons at boarding school. But we had showers...
I knew that stuff happened when girls got together!
There are some things you cant cover up with lipstick and powder
I thought I heard you mention my name, cant you talk any louder ?
Dont come any closer, dont come any nearer
My vision of you cant get any clearer
Oh, I just want to hear girls talk
I got a loaded imagination being fired by girls talk
But I cant say the words you want to hear
I suppose youre going to have to play it by ear
Right here and now.....
You know what's going to be expected of you now by your male readers don't you?
Photos of you in your newly purchased over the shoulder boulder holders.
you want to come jock strap shopping with me?
nice thing about manhattan -- we dont have any malls.
Oh gosh. I need to bra shop too.
I look forward to the sales lady who's always super hot and busty that will accidentally kiss me and offer to model for me before "measuring" "them" so that I can get the proper fit. And we'll giggle and throw our heads flipping our hair wildly. But guys didn't know about that part? So old news. Isn't that what they do "at the gym"?
Ok, Bra shopping is horrible for me. Being heavy and busty does not make for a fun bra to buy--I need the heavy duty models ....sheesh.....What I'd give to go Victoria's Secret---I'm sure they don't even carry my size.....I did go to JC Penneys last weekend and bought an off white and black (whoooooo) model...no underwire, but they had a DDD---and WHY do bra makers use the tiny plastic clips for the straps? C'mon, on a DDD??? We need industrial strength hardware on those babies......oh bra gods, hear my plea......
I've often had to assume the role of "token gay" with many of my girlfriends which has meant many a trip to the bra store.
You would think that they would have come up with something comfortable AND functional by now.
I once had to call a saleslady into the dressing room at Vicky's for "help"... because I'd gotten those little metal hook-and-eye closured on the bra completely stuck to the back of my head.
No, I don't know what's wrong with me.
52 bux for a boulder holder? That's just wrong, that much money should be spent at Best Buy.
wow, i got light headed reading this post.
oh please. the gays have been doing this for decades. we applaud your honesty, but think you should ease up on the lip gloss. you look a little tense in your picture.
in case you didn't know, i now speak for "the gays".
cause i swept texas and ohio, that's why.
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