This is a slightly more personal post than usual. I mentioned a week or so ago that I was going to attempt a bit of a make over of me, because, and lets not mince words here, I’m scruffy. But as part of this make over involves losing at least a stone in weight (already lost one since just before christmas) it doesn’t make economic sense to buy a whole set of new clothes. This is why I decided to do some basic groundwork first in order to make the most of what I already have.
The colour analysis has had to go on hold as we spent rather longer in IKEA on Good Friday than planned and also the car has just had a major service so money is a little tight this month. I would have held off on the Bra fitting too but Husband took me shopping today and refused to take me home again until I’d been measured. So I was, and then had to spend 40 minutes in Waterstones with the calming influence of books to try and reduce the hysteria.
I have spent most of my be-bosomed life thinking I was a 34c. It was not until I was pregnant with Spider that it was pointed out that I actually have a 35 inch chest and therefore fall between 36 and 34. I was measured twice in those 9 months, once at M&S (not impressed) and once in Debenhams (coventry) who actually took the time to explain where a bra is meant to fit and how to put a bra on (lean forward into it). When I was measured for the second time I was looking for a strapless bra to go under my wedding dress (discovering we were going to have a baby meant we had to bring the wedding forward by 6 months) and being rather pregnant at the time I wasn’t surprised to walk out of the shop with a 36F – and after I’d finished breast feeding when I’d finally thrown out my nursing bras (ok he was coming up to 3 by the time I actually got around to buying new bras) I ended up in a 36c
So, there was I this afternoon in Debenhams, Coventry, feeling happy that I perhaps wasn’t too far off the right bra, the assistant having just agreed with me that yes I was a 35 so could wear a 34 or a 36…and then she brought some in for me to try… they were 34FF !!!!
Anyway, after I got over the shock and had been comforted by Husband (“look at how much money you’ve saved, Jordan had to pay a fortune to get that size of cup !”) I came out with 4 bras and a free pair of undies…If I do manage to shift that extra weight over the next 12 month then when I go back and get measured I think I may opt for the 36 instead of the 34 as it is quite difficult to get nice bras in the larger cup sizes.
I will admit that it does make a real difference. My clothes are still shabby but do at least “hang” slightly better. I have made a start on getting rid of some of them, all the bleach splatted things have gone as have all the trousers with holes/broken zips and some of my knickers…I have realised though that I seem to have rather a lot of grey t-shirts…only 1 of which I remember buying.