So, after my rant the other day about how much I hate shopping for clothes, there came a straw which broke this particular camel's back. Before Christmas, I bought some new scaffolding from Selfridges. The day after I wrote my post about being a size 32doubleginormous, I was hanging out the washing and discovered that one of the bras I'd bought had given up the ghost.
See that bit of metal sticking out? See how pointy and ouchful it is? There is no way that's mendable. That's it. Gone. Done. Dusted.
As I was in the Covent Garden that day, I decided to pop into a shop I'd walked past just the other week, Bravissimo, and buy some new undergarments. As it happened, a couple of people recommended this shop in the comments on my post, but I didn't see those until much later.
Anyway, I had a fitting, and was highly impressed. The woman who fitted me spent a lot of time fetching different bras, and she knew her stuff as regards how to tell when one fits and when it doesn't. Sadly, the ones that did fit only came in boring colours – black, flesh, cream, vile pink, etc. It would be so nice to have something pretty, maybe in red or turquoise or aquamarine, but I am doomed to black. At least they'll match everything else in my wardrobe.
They even have tops with bras built in, which was a revelation to me. So I bought two bras and two tops, one of which was a halter neck which I've never been able to wear before. And it wasn't expensive, really. Ok, so the tops are a bit more than you would normally pay for something so simple, but they look nice.
I have to say, I would highly recommend Bravissimo if you have a non-standard figure. I even discovered that I'm actually an yet-more-impossible-to-comprehend size than I had previously imagined. I seem to have gone down a rib-cage size, and up a boob size, so am now 30bloodyscary. I thought only nursing mothers were that sort of size, but apparently not.
I simply hate to think what would happen to my bosom if I got pregnant. That's something far too terrifying to contemplate.
(Note: Kevin just read this over my shoulder and, after swaying unsteadily on his feet for a few seconds, said “I think I need another drink”. Oh dear.)
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So T'Other does have a name!
I was beginning to wonder 🙂
If it helps any, my ex-girlfriend's mother was rather, erm, “well-proportioned above the sternum” and had to wear maternity bras most of the time (I would imagine, this having been 15 years ago, that she might be better served by Bravissimo and their ilk these days).
When pregnant (she had five kids; good Catholic family), she pinned together two cloth nappies. Sounds classy… :o)
Hate to say it but, we told you so. Bravissimo rocks, they really do some nice stuff!
M
Ha ha! Did t'other need another drink because he read the P word or because there was too much information in your post? 😉
I hate to say it, but I actually went to Bravissimo before I saw any of the comments telling me to go. But yes, they are fabulous. 🙂
Duw anwl dad, some women moan about having small ones! Seriously though, there are plenty of places here in Llundain that specialise in providing support for ladies of a larger 'calibre' . .
I am also a 30bloodyscary and had the similarly horrifying (HOW big??) experience in Bravissimo, which took a large glass of wine to fix. But there is hope! Check out Freya – very nice unmentionables specifically designed for those of us with the 'shelf'. And they come in colours!! John Lewis stock them as do bravissimo, although I reckon figleaves has a better selection.
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