I have always worn a sports bra. So this summer when I had to get a strapless bra to go with my "mother of the the groom" California wedding style dress, I went into a lingerie store for help. When they asked what size bra I wore, I was unable to answer. Rolling of 3 pairs of italian grandmother in ground gripper shoes, black dresses, well dressed hair and makeup, eyes and much phoo phoo rah about producing a tape measure. Requisite sample bras were pulled. Oldest grandmother hustles me into a dressing room and follows. She snaps her fingers for me to strip, whips a bra around me, fastens up the back, looks at me and says " bend over" when I do, she inserts an index finger, flips the fried egg up and back shouting " whoo pah!" , repeats on the other side, tells me to "stand up straight, shoulders back" and proceeds to poke the muffin edge in around the cup and says "there that's how you do it, now you try the others." She didn't actually leave the dressing room, she just stood back, and insisted in repeating the "whoo pah, tuck tuck tuck" action for each bra. By the time we finally got to one that fit and held all the muffin top, and could accomodate the "whoo pah" action, I was lauging fit to burst. I wore it for the wedding and the dinner after and haven't since, but I could if I wanted to . All it takes is a little "Whoo Pah" action.
In the meantime I ride bare or with bandaids, cause frankly I just don't care anymore. Love my fried eggs more and more every day, but resigned to losing them if necessary as the mammogram dictates.
marni
Katy, Texas
Trek Madone 6.5- "Red"
Trek Pilot 5.2- " Bebe"
"easily outrun by a chihuahua."