I had a white bra I loved. It was cotton. I always keep bras too long and once someone started seeing my undergarments on a regular basis, the white/gray bra had to go…
I bought a front closure, padded kind of thing. Not cotton. Ick. 6 hours max. 4 hours more likely. This is from someone who wears a bra to bed.
Well, not anymore.
Then I bought the white version of a beige lace bra I bought. Oh so pretty. About an inch too short around, however, even though it was the same size as the beige one.
I need a white bra often. I like the way it looks. I keep thinking I’ll find it more comfortable. Maybe I have lost weight and it will fit better…
That doesn’t happen when you’re being wined and dined.
Today about 10 am at work I had to go to the bra store across the street (what luck!) or KILL my bra. Murder it in a very tortuous way in fairness. Maybe wave it out of the 3rd floor window where I sit toward the State House. Maybe a news truck will be there and capture the “story” with this headline:
AFTER 42 YEARS OF UNCOMFORTABLE BRA WEARING, WOMAN FLIPS HER SHIT, LIGHTS HER CURRENT BRA ON FIRE, DITCHES IT FROM HER THIRD FLOOR OFFICE
Story at 11…
Moving on, perhaps braless