Hopefully that got your attention, but I hasten to add that there will be no photos of boobs here!
Just a sad and sorrowful tale of the never-ending search for the perfect bra, in the right size, at the right price that doesn't let me down in the end!
This weekend just gone, Stud1 and Monkey caved in and we went to the outlet shops in Otaki. To buy a bra. I don't like shopping but I LOATHE shopping for underwear!
I can hear gasps of disbelief across the blogosphere!
It's true though! I am a plus size girl with extra plusses! I wear the size that comes after Pamela Anderson but before Jordan... All on a size 18NZ ribcage!
When you shop for my size bra, you are met with about 3 choices.
Ugly Netting Lacey
(And my favourite) Fugly Hooker!
But I found a new shop. It had beautiful coloured bras in my size. Made for women with curves. Designed to make me weak at the knees and not just due to the price!
I had found my perfect bra! I was in love. There were matching knickers! They are turquoise. I looked hot.
They were on special!! The lady double checked the fitting to ensure my happiness!
I bought two!
I paraded them for Stud1 - he was impressed too...
Today I wore one.
My boobs were on display for the world to see, as each and everytime I bent over the friggin twins dropped out to say "Hi"! Without my permission! I felt like that fat chick who doesn't buy the right size bra and pops out the top!
So here I sit, wanting to cry, because my pretty bras make me feel ugly.
And my quest continues.