Firstly, I hate shopping. Shopping in any kind. I don't grocery shop. I have a husband that does...he also cooks too but that is because I am rubbish at cooking and would live off toast or baked potato in the microwave, proper 'cooking' to me would be preparing a salad. The closest I get to cooking is cleaning the oven and I have blown a few up just by cleaning them!
Then there is clothes shopping.... I would rather clean toilets. I am a scruff by nature, the whole idea of getting dressed up for me is a clean pair of jeans and a top that has minimal dog hair on it with a pair of shoes I reserve for 'best'...the current pair now standing at almost 10 yrs old and in need of being replaced, but there is a few miles left in them yet.
Then....there is the whole matter of bra sizing. Am I really the only woman in the world that just can't do this? I tend to ask my husband to measure me, then you get the whole hand weighing business where he says 'about that much' although these days he tends to say 'about that much...and a bit' and he has big hands! It doesn't help when he is doing this comedy act around his middle, the idea being that age has had an impact on gravity. Eventually he gets bored of this, and a few stern and filthy looks from me does help, and he gets out the tape measure and we go through the whole rigmarole of measuring finding a chart on the internet that I agree with and then me denying that I am that size and he has measured wrong. After looking through the internet at the size I have now been measured and ungraciously agreed I 'might' be that size - and it has to be said after disagreeing with him I made an appointment with the very nice staff at Marks and Spencers to be 'professionally measured' and she came to the same size and you can't shout and argue with a professional bra sizing lady!
So that brings me to looking at the various styles suitable for a lady of middle years who has had children so therefore, the elasticity in ones breasts it is safe to say has been better. Something that is comfortable and yet pretty, sexy but not falling out of....
|Who remembers the cross your heart bras?|
Not exactly what I had in mind! But it seems the norm for us older ladies with droopy boobs!
Still, thankfully I am not bra shopping...hooray. So why the need to blog about bras you ask?
Because there is something more frightening to me than bra shopping for myself and that is my daughter (18) asking me to collect her from college at 1.30 this afternoon and go bra shopping with her...........gulp......
After flicking through Google, as you do I, came across a collection of fabulous bras...
Brilliant ...lunch in a bra!
Ha! take your pets for a walk! web link
and who remembers the pointy bra from Madonna back in the 80's? Well she got the idea from somewhere....
So, today I will be shopping with my daughter, like a fish out of water I will be out of my depths in a fashion shop in my scruffy clothes and shoes that need replacing but are still comfortable, but before that I am donning those wellies and jeans with mud and paw prints on them and heading off to the river!