What do these things have to do with each other? Virtually nothing, except for pictures of both of them are open on my desktop right now.
The fish tank, because I am a glutton for punishment and have decided that I want to add more responsibility to my life in the form of aquatic creatures who must be cared for daily and deliver exactly nothing in the way of love or affection in return. And because that fish tank is really cool-looking.
The bras, because my bra situation is depressing and it’s time to fix it. Last time I visited Francesca, I was changing in front of her, and when she caught sight of my underthings she said, “JORDAN. You are not allowed to wear that bra.”
Want to hear the worst part?
The item that my friend deemed so pathetically ratty that it must be deposited immediately into the trash basket?
That was my sexy bra.
(I know, I know.)
See, the thing is that over the past four years I have been pretty much every size out there. I have been a D (my average pre-pregnancy size). I have been an E (pregnant). And – oh yes – I have been a G (breastfeeding), even going somewhere beyond a G at one point, but it was only for a day (albeit a REALLY painful one), so we don’t need to talk about that.
And now?
I’m a B. Which is a size I haven’t seen since I was about thirteen years old. Which is weird, but apparently that’s what you get two kids later.
And all of this is to say: I hold onto my bras, and I do not buy new ones, because the past few years have taught me that I never know what’s going to fit tomorrow and what’s going to be three or four sizes too big or too small. If you go rooting through my drawers right now you’ll find a whole lot of bras, but virtually none of them fit me at the present moment. This, plus the fact that I don’t plan on having any more children anytime soon, means it’s probably time to go bra shopping.
Sigh. Fiiiiine. (WHY are they so expensive, though?)
Anyway, I went into Victoria’s Secret and discovered the PINK Wear-Everywhere Lightly Lined Bra (above), and decided that I like it because it’s lined but not padded, and comes in pretty colors (even though what I’m going to end up buying is black because I am a creature of habit and also boring when it comes to bras).
And then I went online to order the thing (because they were all sold out of my size in the store), and found this crazy strappy thing:
I love it. (Almost as much as that fish tank.)
