trying this one more time…

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Revolutionary Bra Experience

This weekend, after picking out and purchasing our wedding rings, I braced myself for one of my least favorite activities: bra shopping. I can’t remember a time where I have left the purchasing experience feeling anything other than frustrated, tired and disgusted with myself. So, as I crossed the mall bravely into VS, I told Greg he could leave and that he would have plenty of time to grocery shop before picking me back up. This was going to be a process. Little did I know the kindest of the bitchy VS girls would send me into a wedding panic after telling me that even though my seamstress recommended one and I saw one on the VS website, low back strapless bras do not exist. She suggested the overall sticky backless bra situations, which may work well for some, but for those as busty as I,  seem like they must be a joke. I started panicking. Wedding in 4.5 weeks and final fitting in 6 days… need a new bra now. Talked with friends and family how they felt sewing my bra into my dress while I was wearing it day of- certainly nothing could go wrong there. I swung by Macy’s on my way out of the mall and they were no help either. The girl there looked at me with definite pity saying something like that doesn’t exist for 38DD. 😦

I did some impromptu internet ordering but every thing I read online suggested going into Nordstrom’s. There aren’t Nordstroms in Milwaukee, but when Greg’s aunt and uncle from Australia popped into Chicago (they work for airlines, fly standby all over the world) a day trip to the area with a stop at the mall was in order. Now, I expected this experience to potentially be a more fruitful version of my VS trip, complete with self loathing and disgust. However, I was pleasantly surprised! The girl told me I had been wrongly sized (the day  before) and quickly proved to me I was in fact a 36G (yikes! but still way more comfortable to be in the right size) not a 38DD (where the VS clerk had sighed and said she guessed she could try a 38 but I was probably closer to a 40. RUDE). I spent the next hour or so having an enjoyable bra fitting appointment while Greg had a pretzel snack and a scotch as he prepared himself for what he assumed would be my horrible mood when finished. Not only did I find a great comfortable option for my wedding dress, I bought all new bras at a third of the price that they would have been at VS. The girl who helped me was wonderful, not at all shaming and not once was I made to feel badly for not being in the most commonly stocked C size. My new purchases make me look thinner, make me feel more confident and make me realize that I don’t need a push up bra for shape, just a better bra.

 

This might be a bit weird of a blog topic for me, but I seriously feel like I’ve had a bra revolution in the past 24 hours. Amazing.

Trying this again? again?

(Cross posted to my tumblr because I can’t make decisions to save my life so platform for the new try is still up in the air)

Oh man. I wish I could be a blogger. I go on binges, find new blogs of people I like a lot and read their entire blog from two or so years back. They aren’t that incredibly revolutionary. Sometimes we have differences of opinion and sometimes I just really want to be their friends but overall, the things that come out of their heads and into their blogs are things that could conceivably come out of my head and onto a blog. And yet… always seem to fail at it. My blogs always turn into this depressed, self pity place for me to come vent on the internet and no one needs to read that. And actually, I probably don’t need to dwell in those feelings so much.

So I’m not sure tumblr is the best venue for this business… sometimes I do the tumblr thing and reblog stuff but mostly I just lurk as is my tendency on all internetting. [hence the crosspost] Seriously, I feel like I should win an award for most successful lurker. I’ve been following blogs and youtube channels for years and years and maybe left one or two comments the whole time. I feel like maybe I could make some sort of sad profound statement about that but I’ll try not to go there 🙂

Overall, I’m stuck in anticipatory wedding head. Ready to see all the friends, ready to celebrate with my family, ready to wear the dress and see the centerpieces and do the whole shebang. And really? A month is a long time to want it to be tomorrow. Ugh… impatience could be my middle name.

I’m also not sure blogging is a good thing because I think it will just be another place for me to obsess about my current diet/exercise situation. I tend to be a bit addictive/obsessive and while I haven’t been doing great at not eating so much junk this past week or so, that doesn’t mean that I’m still not super focused on what I’m eating what activities I’m doing etc. Ugh. I hate the term wedding diet and while I’d love to say “Oh I’m just working on my health and fitness totally unrelated to that huge event next month where all the pictures will be taken” everyone can see through that bullshit and know its a lie. But mostly, I’m hoping my family can see a difference, healthier Holly when I see them. I mean, I’m down about 30+ lbs since I saw them at Xmas and even though they’ve never been mean or critical or anything the rest of them seem to struggle less with weight and health, making it life priorities without much visible effort. My other main hope about the situation is that the back of my arms/the strapless dress created back situation doesn’t make anyone vomit while I’m trying to say my vows and do the whole wedding thing. le sigh.  oh no, I feel the depressed wallowing place coming on and that means enough for today. Or at least this post. Because when I restart blogs I tend to more than once daily post for maybe a few days and then quit again.

We shall see.