I may have to issue a minor retraction on the comments about my new bra. Only a minor one mind. I still think it is hideously ugly. And I still can only wear it with the sort of necklines a nun would approve of. But, but, but … I have successfully worn it for two evenings out now, having made my own stuffing for the side that is lacking. And it is not bad. Not bad at all. I may not be able to balance tea cups on my ‘shelf’ but I do at least have a ‘shelf’. Its stuffing pockets offer a multitude of possibilities too.
The idea of secret pockets takes me right back to the knickers my Mum used to make for me. Yes, that is right. Pity me. I grew like weed. Far faster than I could be kept in dresses. So knickers in matching fabric were fashioned to attempt to hide the far too quickly too short hem lines. I am not convinced they were successful. As a sop to make me want to wear them, Mum would sew a secret pocket into the outside of knickers. For a five year old this was appealing. But not so appealing that I ever liked them.
Enough of knickers. I am more breast obsessed these days. I have been inviting all sorts of people to cast their gaze over my newly evened up bust. Bizarrely they seem somewhat taken aback by this. I rather suspect Debrett’s does not mention how to respond to such an invitation. But really, I am terribly pleased with the effect.
Currently, I am not sure how long I could wear the Nun Approved Bra for as my back and shoulder tend to ache after a while but for short bursts I am rather warming to it.