Last week, a user who will not be identified here (because it was in a locked post) asked, offhandedly. for someone to write 800 words about bras. I replied as follows:
Zie didn't take me up on that, but I may play with it anyhow.
I see the one about bras as a madcap comedy/chase, with dark undertones.
A woman is dashing frantically about, trying to find her missing bra. Hilarity ensues, as she bemoans its absence and her inability to do various important things without it. Cut to the person who took it home from the laundry by accident, then to her eight-year-old who is enchanted because it's purple...
In the denouement, we discover that this bra is special not because it's purple but because it's the magic Bra That Always Fits.
Zie didn't take me up on that, but I may play with it anyhow.
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I finally found a couple of styles at Gap (of all places) that fit perfectly by having the the store help actually be helpful (I actually needed a size smaller than I could imagine and that's why they weren't fitting right). Unfortunately Gap has decided to stop offering those styles so I'm now back to no well fit jeans again. *sigh*.
Why is it that the most popular clothing in use seems to be the one everyone complains doesn't fit right?
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MKK