wow! warning: bras+boobs talk
It's kind of a weird thing, but in high school, before Suzanne, when it was just Dad, Rob and me, Torrie took up the role of teaching me about Girl Stuff. (Because it was...really awkward with all of grown up women he tried to pair me off with, his friend Steve's wife, Kim, who's wonderful, but not when you're 13, and trying to shop for school clothes in an entirely different climate, and dress like...I dunno, but overly large polos and long sleeved jackets and pants, the same three outfits changed up a little again and again, or the next door neighbor-wife, who's nice, but, wow, stuck on weight and body image and pointed questions and had no idea where to take a girl who couldn't/wouldn't wear clothes from American Eagle or Hollister).
When Torrie discovered that I didn't own an actual bra, I just wore camisoles with the band in them, she was appalled. She told me,"Ashley, this weekend, I'm going to pick you up. We're going to the mall, and I'm going to buy you a REAL BRA."
And I quailed a little (because Torrie can be scary), and because I knew jack about actual underwear.
So, that Saturday she dragged me into Victoria's Secret (haha), picked a couple sizes of bras and sent me into a changing room. Which she had to join me in because I didn't know how bras are supposed to fit.
After we figured out my sizes she showed me a few and after a lot of shrugging and,"Um, I guess?"ing from me she said,"ASHLEY. DO YOU LIKE THIS ONE? IT'S NOT HARD."
*scared face* "GOOD. WE'RE GETTING THIS ONE." with that she stormed off to the counter and purchased it. And then made me carry the bag too to, at the time, my eternal embarrassment.
I wore that bra until the elastic didn't stretch anymore and it definitely didn't fit anymore. Then I went back to my ways of not-actual-bras because I couldn't be bothered to figure out what I should be wearing.
Then I started doing Zumba and about two hours before the first class I realized that I had no way to effectively contain myself during vigorous activity (the frantic trip to Wal-Mart for a bra to do the job, even if it was kind of unsatisfactory every other time). That bra is fading fast.
I've been telling myself for months that I would go to Cacique, get fitted, and buy and purposeful bra. I would. I hadn't yet because I worried that it'd be really expensive like most things at Lane Bryant affiliated places are+ugh, fitting. :(
Torrie and I were hanging out in my basement chit-chatting while I prepped my Orange Soda purse for sewing. She asked what I was doing with the rest of the day. I told her bank, pay KSU, drop of H50 DVDs at Publix for Nancy, and Buy a Bra Because it Must Be Done, And I Have Been an Awesome Saver for the Last Five Weeks.
I made grilled cheese, took a quick shower and then Torrie and I were off to the mall because she'd decided that for the Christmases and Birthday that she'd missed hanging out with me on and always meant to be gifting me during she was going to buy me a bra.
A tradition born.
Getting fitted wasn't even really weird. I just got measured with a special tape measure under and across my bust. Ta-da! I tried on a everyday-wear-regular kind of bra and was like WHOA, ANTI-GRAVITY!
The woman who measured me asked,"Are those the ones you'd like?" (because it's the buy one get one sale rn)
And I was like,"Um, they're a gift, so I have to discuss it with her."
AND SHE FOLLOWED ME OVER TO TORRIE! I was like,"Can I buy the one and you buy the half...?" and trailed off because SHE WAS RIGHT THERE.
Turns out she followed me so she could do the Lane Bryant card spiel and then let me flounder in 'um's at Torrie. She just said,"Are those the ones you want?"
Awkward face.
"Okay, I'll take those." with a gimme gesture. This face *__* + ;__; was my face. Thank you Torrie!
FOR REAL BRAS ARE AWESOME! I kept noticing that I wasn't noticing my boobs. Omg.
I also can't stop poking the side of my bra.
It's also really awesome because the February Last Resort Bra is not padded so the left side is almost half empty and wrinkles up because the left boob is almost a B (while the right boob is a solid C). THE REAL BRA HAS PADDING! So! They look the same! No wrinkles! Emptiness not an issue!
When Torrie discovered that I didn't own an actual bra, I just wore camisoles with the band in them, she was appalled. She told me,"Ashley, this weekend, I'm going to pick you up. We're going to the mall, and I'm going to buy you a REAL BRA."
And I quailed a little (because Torrie can be scary), and because I knew jack about actual underwear.
So, that Saturday she dragged me into Victoria's Secret (haha), picked a couple sizes of bras and sent me into a changing room. Which she had to join me in because I didn't know how bras are supposed to fit.
After we figured out my sizes she showed me a few and after a lot of shrugging and,"Um, I guess?"ing from me she said,"ASHLEY. DO YOU LIKE THIS ONE? IT'S NOT HARD."
*scared face* "GOOD. WE'RE GETTING THIS ONE." with that she stormed off to the counter and purchased it. And then made me carry the bag too to, at the time, my eternal embarrassment.
I wore that bra until the elastic didn't stretch anymore and it definitely didn't fit anymore. Then I went back to my ways of not-actual-bras because I couldn't be bothered to figure out what I should be wearing.
Then I started doing Zumba and about two hours before the first class I realized that I had no way to effectively contain myself during vigorous activity (the frantic trip to Wal-Mart for a bra to do the job, even if it was kind of unsatisfactory every other time). That bra is fading fast.
I've been telling myself for months that I would go to Cacique, get fitted, and buy and purposeful bra. I would. I hadn't yet because I worried that it'd be really expensive like most things at Lane Bryant affiliated places are+ugh, fitting. :(
Torrie and I were hanging out in my basement chit-chatting while I prepped my Orange Soda purse for sewing. She asked what I was doing with the rest of the day. I told her bank, pay KSU, drop of H50 DVDs at Publix for Nancy, and Buy a Bra Because it Must Be Done, And I Have Been an Awesome Saver for the Last Five Weeks.
I made grilled cheese, took a quick shower and then Torrie and I were off to the mall because she'd decided that for the Christmases and Birthday that she'd missed hanging out with me on and always meant to be gifting me during she was going to buy me a bra.
A tradition born.
Getting fitted wasn't even really weird. I just got measured with a special tape measure under and across my bust. Ta-da! I tried on a everyday-wear-regular kind of bra and was like WHOA, ANTI-GRAVITY!
The woman who measured me asked,"Are those the ones you'd like?" (because it's the buy one get one sale rn)
And I was like,"Um, they're a gift, so I have to discuss it with her."
AND SHE FOLLOWED ME OVER TO TORRIE! I was like,"Can I buy the one and you buy the half...?" and trailed off because SHE WAS RIGHT THERE.
Turns out she followed me so she could do the Lane Bryant card spiel and then let me flounder in 'um's at Torrie. She just said,"Are those the ones you want?"
Awkward face.
"Okay, I'll take those." with a gimme gesture. This face *__* + ;__; was my face. Thank you Torrie!
FOR REAL BRAS ARE AWESOME! I kept noticing that I wasn't noticing my boobs. Omg.
I also can't stop poking the side of my bra.
It's also really awesome because the February Last Resort Bra is not padded so the left side is almost half empty and wrinkles up because the left boob is almost a B (while the right boob is a solid C). THE REAL BRA HAS PADDING! So! They look the same! No wrinkles! Emptiness not an issue!