Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Let me make that perfectly clear. I hate bra shopping.
For me, it's never a trip to the frilly Woman Cave, caressing all that satin and elastic and hardware. It's torture. They don't fit, they're expensive, and I'd rather just go without one.
But I can't, having a fantastic figure as I do.
Cranky had a discount coupon for the local discount store. He wanted a new pair of sneakers. He goes out every morning for his coffee socializing, and he thought he'd just swing by the store.
"Anything I could get you?" he thoughtfully asked.
"Yes, get me a bra," I whispered. It was a joke, sorta, but I really did want him to come home with a perfect bra for me. Like that could ever happen. You ever go bra shopping? I hate bra shopping. It's never perfect.
Cranky didn't get any shoes, but he actually went into the lingerie department (there was nobody else there, so he didn't feel too furtive) and rummaged around for my size. Ohjeez, I forgot to tell him I prefer underwire. And none of that foam "shaping" stuff.
OMG, Cranky came home with TWO bras, one pink and one white. The saleswoman bantered with him, saying it would not be possible to fit a bra for an absent female. He said it was really just a joke, and we would return them if they were wrong.
Amazingly, they fit very well. Somehow, even the shoulder straps were adjusted perfectly for my frame. I just put one on, and... it worked.
I sent him back to get his shoes. They're very good!
Cranky is elated.
Posted by cookiecrumb at 1:09 PM