Womanly things

OK, since i blew up last year, i've been having difficulty getting bras that fit. i don't think i'm a size that currently exists in the universe. i finally got two or three that fit when i was bigger but now they're not really cutting it. so i've been on the quest to get proper fitting bras.

for those of you who don't know, bra shopping doesn't tend to be a pleasing experience. here you are in a dressing room under bright lights, half-naked, and trying to squeeze yourself into a bra. and for some reason that i do not understand, bras are wound around the hanger, tucked under two or three hooks on the hanger, and the straps are adjusted to the shortest possible spot! wtf? so now you're half-naked prying the bra from the hanger, trying it on, only to realize that you have to adust it...pull it off...now you're half-naked trying to adjust those little plastic bits. for some reason, those dressing rooms are always too warm so now you're overheated, half-naked, trying to adjust those little f'ing plastic bits. by the time you get that damn bra on, you're sweaty and gross and don't want the bra on anyway!

now try to do all this with arthritic hands...the hangers, the hooks, those plastic bits...over and over until you find a proper fitting bra. well, this is why i've been wearing awful bras because this whole experience sucks for me!

you'll be happy to know (or maybe not) that i finally found a bra that fits. now i'm off to buy them in every freakin color so that i don't have to do the sweaty dressing room bra dance anymore!

next is jeans...and shoes/boots...ugh...