Climbing the Third Stair

Yesterday my big adventure was going to the mall so I could shop for bras. I admit that this isn't all that adventurous, but the work side of my life has been generating all kinds of excitement lately so I am fine with the idea of a non-adventurous adventure. And I really did need bras; the ones I had were all purchased at the same time and so they had all begun to wear out at the same time. I should really go out and buy a few bras six months from now, so as to prevent this from happening again, but six month from now I'll be in the midst of the holidays and am I going to think of bras then? Not bloody likely.

Shopping for bras freaks a lot of women out, but for me it's simply a matter of tedium. The primary reason for this is in my younger days I worked in the lingerie department of a local department store and was trained as a Certified Lingerie Fitter. No, really--we had a folder full of materials to study and an exam we had to pass before becoming Certified. Thus, I am well-versed on the characteristics of a properly fit bra and how to find a bra that displays those characteristics so my only bra-shopping-drama comes from cursing manufacturers who don't make bras in my size range. I do a lot of that.

At the moment I'm a slave to Lane Bryant for bras, because while my favorite manufacturers (Vanity Fair and Bali) in theory make bras in my size I cannot count on the department stores to have them there waiting for me. To be fair, LB makes pretty decent bras so I'm not complaining that much. And they were running a sale, so that's even better.

( Warning: Nerd obsessing over measurements )