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.