Bras......oh how I hate them.....
My mother only knew one bra size.....36b......when she finally agreed to buy me, a skinny little teen, my first bra it was a 36b from the market.....2/11d....you know the ones......they were stitched in circles and came to a point which I had to stuff with tissue to fill out.
Luckily I wasn't tall or I'd have had the eyes out of every lad who asked me to dance.....
Since then I've tried all kinds of bras, some at stupid prices and I've been measured and hauled into all sorts of contraptions.....til last week....
In search of a white scarf I went into a store called Peacocks.....new to me....and there, hanging all alone like an abandoned puppy was a bottle green and black sort of bra.....narrow cross over the back straps and no fastenings....just the one....size 12......for a fiver.....so I bought it to give it a home....
And it's the most comfortable, easy to wear bra ever....no falling down straps.....no cutting in....no wandering wires....the perfect bra...... shame there was only one..... :-(