Have you ever had a truly comfortable bra? I hate lacy ones...they scratch. I hate underwires...they're uncomfortable. I hate thin straps...they bite into my shoulders. If I find one that fits well around me so it doesn't cut off my circulation and ability to breathe when I hook it, I can't seem to find one that actually fits where it's supposed to, well....fit. Right now the ones I have are so loose around my rib cage the hooks slide up my back and rest in between my upper shoulder blades. Which causes the front to end up about halfway down my belly. Not very comfortable, not very flattering, and not very attractive.
I remember my first bra-buying experience. I was 11 years old and my mom, a cousin visiting from New Hampshire, and I went to a JC Penney store. Also with us was my half-uncle David who was staying with my family at the time. As we entered into the store, David started sing-songing at the top of his voice, "Kristine's buying a BRA! Kristine's buying a BRA-AH!" Oh, I was mortified. Even more mortified when I got into the dressing room and my mom and my cousin Jane gazed at me and decided that yes, I definitely needed a bra. Good grief. Why are those moments of 'passage' so awful to endure? And then when I got home and went out to play, one of the neighbor boys realized I had a bra on, grabbed the back strap and snapped it, and announced to all the other boys that I was wearing one. Not one of the stellar days of my young life.
So yeh, I'll go bra-buying on Saturday. Whoopeee