New bras

Went to have new bras fitted this morning. If this sounds about as glamorous having fresh tires put on your car then you have the scene about right. It is perhaps the least erotic experience imaginable. Two middle age ladies flinging a tape measure around and saying, "Lean forward madam. Let me put you in." It was the first time in an age that I'd heard the word "bosom" being used, albeit in a professional sense. Plus, while you wait for the nice ladies to bring in lacy bits of all shapes and sizes, you have way too much time to study your body in the full length mirror, notice that you now have a fat back and that even your shoulders are looking podgy. Oh well. The nice ladies helped me, told me that I was not a 38C after all ("how absurd") but rather am a 34D. This revelation could give me, and my chest, a whole new lease of life. Or not.

Comments

[The Other Anne]

I know what you mean, but there are times in life when you just need to get the professionals in. Did it really take two of them though? Did you go to Grace Brothers or something?

[patty w]

This brings to mind what Cybill Shepherd recently said about getting older. She notices she can wear her breasts any way she wants now....wear them up or down or sideways....

[neil]

Hello. I didn't realise that you had a blog. Found it via a link on Russell's. Nice to see it. And interesting to learn that it is possible to have such a thing as a bra fitting. There is no pants equivalent for blokes, so far as I am aware. And I'm not sure that I would fancy being in my pants in a small room with two middle aged men saying, 'Lean forward, let me put you in.'

[Anne]

Yes, it did take two of them to fit me in. This is no reflection on the size or, indeed, awkwardness of my chest. I think it was just a slow day.

If anyone is interested, the bras are working out well.

And that's it, I promise. No more talk of bras.

[vickim]

Bra fitting is a walk in the park compared with mammograms. This procedure is the ultimate in making you see your "bosoms" in a new light - ie. flattened between two perspex plates until the plates won't go any further!
The only thing that made it bearable was the radiographer telling me "all my ladies are ladies - woman sounds so rude!" She was lovely.
Hope you won't have to go through that particular torture for a while.
Am very much enjoying your blog - found it via www.ilike.org.uk. Thanks.
Vicki

[Anne]

Just got back to this after holidays and read vickim's comment re mammograms. I do have annual mammograms, because of a history of breast cancer in our family. I go every January to the Elizabeth Garrett Anderson in London and yes, there is a fair degree of squashing of flabby breasts between metal plates, while the radiographer cheerfully says, "This might be a little uncomfortable." Still, I never mind. Actually, I think how completely fabulous the NHS is, that I can bowl up every year, have some wonderful women check me out and give me peace of mind - and all for nothing.