I haven't written - again - in another long time.
Life is magnificently busy. Being busy is good for me, I think. It keeps me moving in the right direction. I think sometimes my busy-ness gets a little out of control. Then the work of the day only serves to frustrate me and keep me from being still and reveling in those moments of utter stillness during which I fill my cup.
A funny thought compelled me to login and warm up my rusty blogger fingers. The funny thought? Bras.
For those of us who use them, bras consume a considerable portion of our wardrobe budget. And yet too many of us are trapped in silken or lacy cages that don't fit the right way. If you are a user of said devices, you know exactly what I mean. Worse, when they don't fit right, they mean the rest of our clothes don't fit, we look older and heavier than we are, and we can spend the day pulling up drooping straps or tucking in stray bits of... well, the stuff that belongs inside the bra.
I found a great resource for really great bras, but my friend who fits and sells them is leaving that company because they've changed their product to less great bras. Bummer.
Look at these pictures the company used on their website. What a difference a bra makes.
I'm feeling a little sad. Where, oh where, can I find good bras now?
Here's a case of a company improving its product while leaving it's fans behind.
Life is magnificently busy. Being busy is good for me, I think. It keeps me moving in the right direction. I think sometimes my busy-ness gets a little out of control. Then the work of the day only serves to frustrate me and keep me from being still and reveling in those moments of utter stillness during which I fill my cup.
A funny thought compelled me to login and warm up my rusty blogger fingers. The funny thought? Bras.
For those of us who use them, bras consume a considerable portion of our wardrobe budget. And yet too many of us are trapped in silken or lacy cages that don't fit the right way. If you are a user of said devices, you know exactly what I mean. Worse, when they don't fit right, they mean the rest of our clothes don't fit, we look older and heavier than we are, and we can spend the day pulling up drooping straps or tucking in stray bits of... well, the stuff that belongs inside the bra.
I found a great resource for really great bras, but my friend who fits and sells them is leaving that company because they've changed their product to less great bras. Bummer. 
Look at these pictures the company used on their website. What a difference a bra makes.
I'm feeling a little sad. Where, oh where, can I find good bras now?
Here's a case of a company improving its product while leaving it's fans behind.
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