In my house, once I take my bra off, that’s it, it’s not going back on. Meaning = I’m in for the evening. I used to have a lot more bra troubles than I do now, since I’ve started wearing cotton bras, bralettes, and prefer soft styles without underwire. Luckily, I can do that, since I’m a 34B, and do whenever possible, but I also understand that a good foundation is incredibly important; some support and a little padding go a long way towards making or breaking a look. So I do wear a “regular” bra sometimes.
I will admit that in winter months, in college, I would frequently go bra-less. I also smoked a lot of pot and wore Birkenstocks – the ugly clog ones- LOL, so take that however you’d like. Now, I only go bra-less at home, and get pretty freaked out when I see women “out” without a bra (yes, you can ALWAYS TELL). I don’t even like fashion-y sans-bra looks, especially when the women are waif-ish and border on underage-looking.
Anyway, all this is to say that damn, I wish I could have taken my strapless bra off today! What is it about strapless bras?? I’m wearing my Oak dress which tends to fall off the shoulder ALL THE TIME, so I always wear a strapless bra with it (I disagree with visible bra straps), and I was pretty uncomfortable most of the time I was out. The top part of the bra is the most uncomfortable, it feels like my lungs are being squeezed so much I can hardly catch my breath. Maybe I’m exaggerating a teeny bit. But still. UNCOMFORTABLE.
I only have very cheap bras, one from Free People, and one by Xhileration at Target, and I am wearing size large in each one. But they STILL cut into my lungs and make me want to scream. If only I could…
Anyone have any suggestions for comfortable strapless bras?? Thanks in advance!
And now for something completely different.
In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m taking it a little easy this week. I was actually not even going to work/post at all, but you see how that has gone; I just can’t stay away.
But you see, I have been flailing rather spectacularly lately. All the buying? All the new stuff? Yes, I have an “event” coming up that I am overly concerned about having all the “right” things for, but I am also trying to take some control over the only part of my life that FEELS like it’s WITHIN my control right now, my wardrobe.
Of course, my life is not actually out of control right now. It’s just different, with my step-son here, and scary (starting a new “business”) and overwhelming, and sad (missing my parents and sister). And all very hard to manage.
But dammit, I can manage my wardrobe. And I have. I am quite pleased with it actually. There is nothing I want to get rid of, and nothing I want. (well, except a big comfy sweater for fall)
If you haven’t observed by now, I move in waves. And I have to go slightly beyond my comfort zone to find where my comfort zone actually IS, then come back to it. I have done that with buying/acquiring new stuff lately. And now I am at the point of saturation.
I also have to deal with one thing before I move on to the next. Granted, the “one thing” I had to deal with, really didn’t need to be dealt with in the first place (my wardrobe), but it was a way of coping, a way of getting ready to deal with the other, harder stuff. And this week, I told myself it was time to stop futzing around and get to it. This is the week I can mess around, get things in order, enjoy myself, do whatever, and come Monday, it’s time to get down to business.
Interestingly enough, it’s working. I feel renewed and ready to start “fresh” with a sense of purpose. I’m setting goals, and creating a schedule for myself that includes working in other locations besides my home office a few days a week.
But I couldn’t have gotten there without going through the other stuff first. The flailing, it turns out, is important.