Most women don’t wear the correct sized brassiere. Until this weekend, I was one of these women suffering in a spandex and lace torture device. But no longer. I’m now free!
Well, I’m actually considerably less free but this is a very good thing.
My friend D. (who is always well-supported) took me to her bra boutique for a special fitting. The bra fitting attendant (I wonder what their proper job title is?) felt my rib cage and took a quick look at my boobs and then came back with several bras for me to try on.
As it turns out, I was getting one part of my size right all along but it appears I was not very good at getting the second (and most important) measurement correct. I’m now pleased to report that I am no longer one of the women in need of an Oprah-style Bra Intervention.
I got several new bras but I’m especially delighted with my new Freya “Ines Underwire Balcony Bra.” That’s not me modeling. I mean, I’m delighted with my new purchases, but I think this post is probably TMI for my blog as it is.