It’s all about the underwear. One year, in my Chrismas newsletter, I wrote about my perpetual quest for the perfect pair of panties (ie most comfortable). That mission accomplished, big girl panties pulled up, I have recently taken on the search for a better bra.
All my sisters and more than one friend have told me in the past year that just because I now live in the south, my “girls” didn’t need to go there, too. One friend even sent me tags and a gift card to nudge me toward a more uplifting image. Well, hell, the opposing pull of gravity happens!
Anyway, one of my sisters played hookey from work, and we went to Vickie’s, aka Victoria’s Secret. Holy cow! I have to say they do not practice age discrimination there, and I was relieved that I was not the most mature patron of the store, but it was close! At least two of the other shoppers looked older.
The twelve-year-old clerk, Kendra, began by asking me a few pertinent questions. What was I looking for? What was wrong with my current bra? What kind of bra was I wearing? Sis supplied the embarassing information about my As-Seen-on-TV Genie bra. Kendra measured me, and came up with a band size one inch smaller, and a cup size 1 letter larger than I’d been wearing for the past umpteen years.
Then came the waiting in line for a fitting room. Sis fanned out to find styles. I submissively and protectively held our line position. Fitting Room Expert, Janelle, asked about our particulars, and we finally made our way into a room that had the message “Hello, Sexy!” scripted on the mirror.
After many try-ons, squeezes, boosts, hoists, and heaves, I was fitted and satisfied with my choices. I am relieved that my model was available in my three favorite colors…white, nude, and black…nothing exciting there, unless you count the fit. We checked out, and I hyperventilated at the price, but I am worth it.
Now I have the uplift foundation garments are meant to give. I appreciate the support of my friends, sisters, and sales clerks. I feel I am on a higher plane, at least comfort-wise, but my prediction is that no one is going to tell me how perky I now look, though they didn’t hesitate to encourage elevation of my silouhette.
If the comfort works out, next time I’m going to go racy and lacy. After all it’s how I feel that counts.