TMI of the foundation garment variety

[justalurkr]

So, I saw or read something in the What Not to Wear vein and started thinking about brassieres and professional fitting thereof. I've been gaining and losing weight like an idiot for about two years now (okay, one 8 month 42lb or 19kg weight loss, about four months maintaining and a year of putting it back on with interest) and have not been going through enough bra sizes. In other words, I've been wearing roughly the same range of bras too tight to too loose and looking, I'm sure, different kinds of trashy along the way.

So, when I saw a Hanes/Bali outlet at Sugarloaf Mills where all the store clerks have "professional fitter" on their name tags, I decided it was time for some practical conspicuous consumption.

First: always shop on the Hanes side of the store if you are a regular person who works for a living and likes to live indoors and eat regularly, even though it's an outlet store. Approximately 3 Hanes for the price of a Bali bra, I'm just sayin'.

Second: if you're going to spend money in a store where everyone wears a tag that says "profession fitter" on it, FREAKIN' WAIT FOR ONE TO COME HELP YOU. Simply knowing your measurements (or trial and erroring them as I did) is kind of stupid under the circumstances. In my defense, I trialed pretty close to my needs and errored only on the cup size.

Third: which brings me around to the fitting of a bra. Did you know that the 40 is the inches around your chest without tits and the C is for the space the girls take up? I didn't until recently. Further, did you know that just because a 38C is only sort of cutting you in half doesn't mean that a 40C is going to fit better? That 40B might do it, because the 38C is clearly taking non-boob chest fat into the cup?

Well, I know that now. (facepalm) At least I have a semi-legitmate excuse for bra-stuffing.

Comments

[lunachickk.livejournal.com]

I tried to go for a professional fitting here in this redneck town I live in and either the woman was an idiot or she just didn't know what she was doing. She got my inch size right but she kept trying to tell me I needed an F cup. I know I have big boobs but they are not THAT big. My poor girls couldn't fill those cups at all. Turns out I was right when I said I was a DD.

[justalurkr.livejournal.com]

Maybe she thought the girls needed room to drift?