Sunday, March 25, 2007
I hate bra shopping!
You know you hate it too, girls.
I was in need of some new support, so I went to our local Big Box Store this afternoon.
(Yes, I know what you're thinking - going to Walmart was my first mistake. However, in our little town, on a Sunday afternoon, it's basically my only option.)
For many years now, I've only bought bras from Lane Bryant. With my ample bosom, it was the only store where I could find (not too expensive) bras that fit.
Now that I don't have to shop there for clothes anymore, and my bosom isn't nearly so ample, I thought that I could go somewhere else.
Oh, how I've paid for that line of thought.
I took my measurements, and I guess that's where the problem started. At Lane Bryant, it's easy to find the right size. The band size is the measurement around your ribcage. The difference between that and your bust size becomes your cup size.
(Incidentally, they also have my favorite way of panty sizing - it's the same as your pants size. Brilliant! I have no idea what size I wear in "normal" panty sizes.)
But at the store, it was a different story. Of the few brands that had sizing instructions, they were different. Some said take the band measurement and add 3". Some said add 5". Some said add whatever it takes to get to the next even size.
And asking for help? Puh-lease. I'm not even sure they'd have let me try anything on.
After wandering around for half an hour, I left that department in disgust and just bought some cereal, some Yoplait Thick and Creamy Light Yogurt (I've become such a yogurt snob!)and some Edy's Slow Churned Light American Idol ice cream. I can't remember the flavor at the moment, but it has something to do with caramel and chocolate. 'Nuff said.
I don't know when I'll get to a decent store to get a new bra. I hate to spend too much, since I'm still losing weight, but this fit fact insanity has got to stop. I couldn't even find a consensus on the web!
So, if any of you have bra fit tips, I'd be glad to have them. At this stage in my life (and I've been wearing bras since I was about 11!) I know I should have this straight, but I'm afraid I don't!
And I've got to get through this, because I just keep hearing that song from a Bette Midler movie (Beaches, maybe?) where she talks about the rivalry between a Mr. Titsling and a Mr. Brassiere, and who won the battle. I've got to get this song out of my head!