So let's get down to the catch up. I promised I'd explain my bra adventure and here it goes. Any men reading, I will warn you, it's not about what goes into the bras, only about the item of underwear :0)
Right before I started my new job, it was time to go shopping. I had been wearing, what amounts to, jammies for many years. I had 2 pair of knit pants, with elastic waist, that I would put on with a nice T-shirt when I had to go in to the office. I never wore make-up or did much to my hair. I was going to be working with patients again, and scrubs were not an option at the clinic. I HATE to shop. Let's not even talk about the fact that I've mostly avoided mirrors for the last several years. My mom has a knack for picking clothes that look decent on me, so I took my mom shopping with me. It became painfully obvious, after the first couple of blouses I tried on, that my breasts were not where they needed to be :0) The saleswoman quickly offerred to measure me for a bra. I had a bra on. Obviously it was woefully inadequate. I have not purchased a bra in about 8 years and about 80 pounds. I was an A or B cup and would never wear 'molded cups' (a new phrase in my vocab now) or underwires. I ended up with a DD cup and an item that appears to be more, a piece of equipment, than an item of underwear. I will say that it is comfortable, and it makes my new tops look great. Between you & me, I can't see my feet when I wear it LOL. Another thing I learned. When you first put a bra on, it should be tight. The heat of your body quickly makes the material loosen up. I haven't worn ANYTHING tight against my body for years. It took us about 7 different bras before we found one that fit right. Mom was no help. She has always been the president of the itty bitty titty committee. She is truly flat as a board and I don't think she has ever worn a bra. Well, maybe a padded one, to fill out a nice dress.
I still need to clean out my chest of drawers, to fit my new clothes. Until there is a space for my new bras, they hang in the closet. I laugh EVERY time I see them. Every day, about 0500, there I am, locking things up and bending over to shimmy it all into place. Nothing like starting the work day off with a smile :0)
Hope all it well out it blogland. I'm working towards fitting regular blogging into our new schedule. I miss talking at ya.