8/31 Yesterday I bought a bra. 34GG. And of course, specialty items
cost more. After tax I shelled out $80 for the darn thing, but I
have uncovered about four inches of skin I haven't seen since early
puberty. The lady at the store tried to get me to buy this
contraption she called a "Custom Fit Bra", which to me looked like
the old fifties maidenforms. I looked like I had traffic cones
under my shirt, it was a nasty pale pink with yellowed
lace at the edges, there was NO, repeat NO elastic in the whole
garment, and before tax the thing was $94. I felt trussed up and
like I was about to poke someone's eye out. Pushy sales lady kept
harping on the fact that this torture device was featured on
Oprah. "You'll love it," she said, "It's the most comfortable bra
you'll ever own. Oh, and the cups round out after a few washings."
Not for me, thanks. Sell it to Madonna. |