So, I went for a professional bra fitting this afternoon.
If that makes you uncomfortable, read no further, because it’s about to get worse…
I found out that the reason my straps are always falling down is because I’ve been wearing bras that are a bigger band size with a C cup, which I thought I was.
Well, I’m quite amazed to find out that what I needed was not a bigger band, but a bigger cup size. Good lord, I’m an E! Excellent. Exceptional. Extremely bodacious.
The price of the hand-embroidered, French, gorgeous bra I chose – well, that’s a secret. It was a lot. It was my congratulations-to-me on losing fifty pounds. This is without a doubt the most expensive item of lingerie I have ever owned, and believe me, in my day, I have had some pretty swanky underoos.