I Was *SO* excited
Saturday, I awoke BEFORE noon. Le Wee Monkey was in a mood, so I decided to take a day for myself. I started by going to the once-monthly Saturday SnB meeting at Farmers Market. Lovely group of ladies. This is a slightly more mature, conventional group than the Thursday nite group, but I still had a great time.
Afterward, I journeyed east(?)ward, in search of The Perfect Fit. Spurred on by this review, I took a drive to lovely downtown Glendora. Hey, it was a nice afternoon, I had the convertible. What more could I want?!
After a personal (REALLY personal!) fitting, I settled on two new undergarments. The first is strictly utilitarian, BUT IT WAS IN MY SIZE!!! No more going-up-a-band-size-to-go-up-a-cup-size for me!!! The second I bought because it's so purty.
Actually, prettier than the picture because it is in this beautiful, royal and navy blue color.
Which goes to show what happens when you pick style over function. NOT that I had a lot to choose from (three, to be precise). It never ceases to amaze me that despite the number of (naturally and enhanced) large-breasted women I know, there is an absolute dearth of well-made, attractive, comfortable bras for anyone over a C cup. Really. I don't even bother to walk into Victoria's Secret anymore. The smallest band size you can get for a cup size D or larger is 38 in most stores. WTF?!?! Here, in the world's capital of outrageous bodies and cosmetic surgery, we can't get a lousy D+ bra?!?!
Anyhoo, all excited, I put on the purty one this morning. And for the most part, I've loved it - it fits well. But DANG. What I would give for a nice, smooth microfiber right now. That way I could stop flashing my highbeams at everyone.