You know, I just realized that I never got my bras from A.W. Kaufman that I ordered by phone NEARLY ONE YEAR AGO. Well, I didn’t “just” realize this. I have thought about this intermittently since I ordered them but as more and more time passed, it seemed kind of weird to call back and ask what happened. Miriam did tell me it could take “a while,” because she wasn’t sure when she was going to get the next shipment in, but, it’s been a bit more than “a while” although I guess it’s possible another order never arrived. Or something. I don’t really know how their ordering system works.
Anyway, I decided ten minutes ago that I couldn’t wait any longer because in the 18 months since I bought the bra, I am starting to feel some sag*, so I ordered two Conturelle Provence bras from a store called Bits of Lace. No A.W. Kaufman discount, but free shipping and no tax. Not too bad.
We’ll see how long it takes.
* I know that I could just get the bra altered by taking in the straps. Someone at a lingerie store once suggested this to me. But, my bra feels too personal to take to a tailor, although writing about my bra and what goes inside them on the internet feels just fine for some reason.
A few, er, several, weeks ago (sorry for the delay), one of our best commenters asked what us BBGs did in preparation for warmer weather.
Well, that’s a fantastic question. Summer is tough. Until recently, bikinis were out. Tank tops are also tough. Either there isn’t enough fabric to cover my breasts, or the shoulder straps are too big, or the arm holes too wide and my bra shows through. Oh, and some tank tops, the straps are oddly aligned and don’t cover the bra straps, which is just annoying. Do larger bras have straps that angle out more or something?
And I can’t wear spaghetti straps obviously, because the bra strap will show. Oh, and no, that “bra” inside some tank tops is not a viable option.
Halters? Not really feasible.
I guess I should look on the positive side. There is always Malia Mills. And American Apparel has some solid tank top options. And, for a black tie affair, I have this nice strapless dress that I wore to 3D’s wedding and a solid strapless bra to go with it.
For a while I wasn’t happy about my new boobs. For those of you who are new to this blog, I recently had a natural breast enhancement. No surgery required. I’m pregnant and the boob job took care of itself.
I wasn’t happy with my breasts at first. They were more than a handful (no pun intended) and required new bras and new concern that I was popping out of my regular tops and dresses.
Today however, I made peace with my extra large friends and I have to say, I’m kind of excited about them. While I always enjoyed having large boobs, I now have the kind of the porn star variety. Turns out, it can be a lot of fun. I’m enjoying admiring myself in the mirror again. I don’t know how long they’ll last but I’m looking forward to enjoying them as long as I’ve got them.
Bras, nipples, and cleavage at work seems to be a big topic in the big boobed community. For example, 3D wrote about nippleitis a few months back in one of her very first posts. In fact, she wrote about it twice. I weighed in, with a slightly different view. Nippleitis isn’t the only problem — sometimes we choose the wrong bra.
That happened to me today. In my hurried state this morning, I accidentally put on a very lacy bra under a very thin shirt. It actually occurred to me that maybe I was wearing the wrong bra, but I was too rushed to check myself out in the mirror. I didn’t realize it until I went to the bathroom before lunch, after I had a long meeting with my coworkers.
Wardrobe malfunctions are hard at work, because we aren’t amongst strangers whom we will never see again, nor are we among our friends with whom we feel comfortable. Instead, the viewers are people we respect, or should respect, or who should ideally respect us. And the bigger the boob, the more opportunities for malfunction.
I hope when I leave my job I won’t be known as the girl who always wore the wrong bra.
Sometimes I think it’s funny how much time and effort we put into finding the greatest bra. I mentioned my trip to the wizard a little while ago and I am loving my purchases. Every time I look in the mirror I think my breasts look just perfect, particularly the part that come up just over the top of the cup. They are well supported and sexy, a great combination.
But I realized today that men probably don’t really care at all how perfect I look in my bra, they just want me to take it off, right? DeeDee talked about this in reference to sexy bras asking whether they have a purpose. If they don’t, why do we spend so much money and effort on them? I guess I’m just doing it for myself. If no one else, at least I am enjoying the view.
Remember the contour bras and my befuddlement about them? Well, something else in the article caught my attention — the comments of a lingerie designer bemoaning the trend:
“My feeling is that these days, rather than someone like Janis Joplin being revered, idolized, it’s more about the shoe or the bag of the moment,” she said. “It’s about labels, names, branding. Everyone has their hair straightened, the perfect jeans, the right cellphone and accessories. It’s almost like New York is turning into L.A.; there is a lack of acceptance of natural self.” Though New York women do not appear to be embracing surgical implants with the same zeal as their sisters in the West … yet?
I lived in New York for ten years and periodically people would tell me that they couldn’t believe I was from Los Angeles and that I seemed “so” New York. I was always kind of insulted by that comment, thinking it was code for short, unruly dark hair, a little too neurotic, maybe a bit uptight, or really, just not that hot.
But maybe they were really just talking about my boobs.
I remember in fifth or sixth grade, there were a handful of girls who were more developed than the rest. In retrospect, they probably were an A cup, but the very fact that they wore bras at all caught the attention of us flat-chested girls and boob-obsessed boys. But, I saw some of these girls five, six years later, and they were still all A cups, or at the most a modest B. It was like these girls just reached womanhood early and stayed put.
On the other hand, there were also a handful of girls who remained flat at 13, flat at 14, flat at 15, and flat at 16. But miraculously, the summer between 11th and 12th grade, they became DDs. I’m not joking. I’ve seen this happen. Breast-enlargement rumors were flying around school.
I took an entirely different path. I just started growing, and growing, and growing. In fact, I think I was still growing when I was 18 or 19 because I have a distinct memory of buying a jacket freshman year of college that no longer fit across the chest by the time I was a junior.
Now, I don’t know if the busty sixth graders or the flat eleventh graders were aberrations, or if I am, but I’m curious to know what the normal breast growth trajectory is.