...wearing an old ill-fitting brassiere to make you wish you'd done laundry yesterday.
During my bra shopping escapades last September, I had so little faith in the endeavor. Coping with slipping straps and other bra-induced fidgetiness just seemed my lot.
Discovering a traditional style brassiere whose straps didn't slip was a revelation. The fidgetiness wasn't inherent to me in bras, it was me in the wrong bras.
There are probably brassieres out there that would fit even better, and I never did get myself measured, but for now I'll enjoy my significantly better fitting cheap upgrades. Well, I will tomorrow. Excuse me while I get out of this thing.
One year ago on TTaT: In the ground
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