I ordered new pants for DH the other day. He fussed a little bit....he understands that he needs a larger waist size. The change mysteriously sucked up his inseam size. When we got married, he wore a 32X36; suddenly, I order 36X32 for him.
I've noticed this same phenomena in bra shopping. In my 20s and 30s, I looked for a small but mighty size...little band, respectable cup. The bra itself didn't really matter, because I wore BDUs all the time. When I hit my 40s and retired, DD#1 took a manager's position with Victoria's Secret. Suddenly, I had to make the breasticles look presentable under business attire, and I had to support DD's career choices. Those bras were uncomfortable, and the girls never looked all that good!
I am up 3 dress sizes from the size I was 20 years ago, but I just didn't think to adjust my bra size accordingly. I adjusted it, but not properly. Apparently, 85% of us wear the wrong size. One of my friends had her own Oprah-style bra intervention last summer, and said she was really glad she'd done it.
I noticed that Sierra Trading Post had Oprah's Bra on sale at half off regular retail, so I finally got out the tape measure, and had my own little intervention. (You know that I am a cheapskate, don't look surprised that I waited til the bra was on sale! Regular retail is a lot of yarn money.)
Gasp. I want to run away. (We all know that a 32C is roughly similar to a 34B, cup-wise. Using the same formula, my 3 extra dress sizes have me wondering if they make plus-sized AAAs!) Sob. I don't feel skinnier, I don't feel sexier. I have a deflated ego, but the girls are organized, and my bra is a heck of a lot more comfortable!
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