Holding Cantaloupes with a Shoestring

I broke my bra the other day. Possibly not a big deal, but just like my single, solitary pair of Jorts, I have a single, solitary bra. I KNOW. (SSHhhh, if you listen closely, you can hear Carmen from The Bra and Panties Challenge quietly weeping over this undergarment injustice.) It's my own fault. I will gladly spend $20 on a new toy for my kids, but buy myself a new, MUCH needed bra? Too expensive!

But my broken bra left me no choice. Well, actually I had one choice - a very small bra with no underwire that was shoved in the back of my drawer. When you are as busty as I am, a small bra with no underwire is much like holding two cantaloupes with a shoestring.

After two unsuccessful attempts at finding a nice bra in my size at local stores (you were no help to me JC Penney and Kohl's!) I started calling around to find somewhere that carried my size. I hadn't purchased a new bra since before Grace was born. Maybe even before I was pregnant with her and she's 20  months old! That's a solid two years of no bra shopping. I was lost.

I found my size at the local Fashion Bug, but was disappointed with their selection. When you have a smaller chest, the bras are cute and colorful. When you are big busted they are white, black or beige. And big. Industrial-looking. Fashion Bug did have pretty colors in my size, but they were padded. Padded! I'm a DDD! What on Earth do I need padded? I tried one for a few days and it felt too much like my boobs were their own planets orbiting my body. So I settled for two plain white bras. Very boring, but I'm happy with them. Someday I will have a cute matching bra and panties set. Until then my girls will be high and dry in their new, plain home.