Top: Victoria’s Secret
Skirt: City Chic
I’ve just come back from a restful four day weekend in Canberra celebrating my gorgeous Mum’s birthday, and saying some bittersweet goodbyes to the old family homestead which goes up for auction this weekend.
I had planned to begin Frockapalooza in November, but I forgot to take the camera cable up to the ‘berra so instead I might start it as part of the 200 posts celebration that is coming up.
I splurged recently on this great little skirt from City Chic – it’s probably the shortest skirt I own, but I like the tulip-esque shape and the buttons on the waistband.
Annoyingly, I’ve discovered that it’s one of those items. It looks good in the changeroom (when it’s just you in your stockinged feet and a bra) but get it home and it refuses to play nicely with any of the other items in your wardrobe. This polkadot shirt seems to work with most things fortunately, but I’m definitely on the lookout for something else that would work with a voluminous drill cotton skirt.
The problem is the big boobs. The surprisingly big boobs. Recently I got a concerned email from reader Magdalena suggesting that I might not be wearing the right bra, if – in fact – I was wearing a 38DD as I had stated.
Now, I try to get fitted most times that I buy a new bra (very important!) so I thought that I was probably OK, but I promised her I’d get fitted next time I went in to get a new bra.
Last week I dropped into Brava Lingerie for the first time – they specialise in D+ cup sizes and have a very pretty range of imported bras from people like Freya, Le Mystere, Masquerade, etc.
Interestingly the ladies at Brava won’t actually let you just “try” anything on. They insist that you get properly fitted before you even start browsing. And when I told them what size I needed they tutted and shook their heads and produced instead a bra with both a band and a cup size that were entirely foreign to me.
Turns out Magdalena was right. I’m not a 38DD. I was actually almost exactly the size she thought: a 34F.
This is both good news and bad news. The good news is that I can stop wearing bras that keep slip sliding around and riding up, and whatnot. The bad news is if you thought shopping for non-beige DD cups was hard – try finding sexy lingerie for an F.