Friday, October 27, 2006

Purge

I’ve been cleaning my closet. The change in the weather is partly the cause, as I need more access to more sweaters. I am rarely without a sweater, even in summer. Air-conditioning and I are not on friendly terms, so I wear or carry a sweater to mitigate the arctic temps of some office buildings, busses and trains. In the wintertime, I’ve been known to double-sweater.

Other than outerwear, coats, hats, gloves and so on, my warm weather wardrobe doesn’t vary that much from my cold weather wear. I do tend to wear more turtlenecks in the colder weather, but a turtleneck, or at least a mock turtleneck or two have made summer stops on my top.

I don’t do pastels, as a rule. I’ve tried. I just can’t embrace pale yellows, greens and the lighter hues of blues. I don’t do prints, especially, floral. My disdain, however, for certain fashion choices hasn’t stopped the flow of these items into my closet. Thanks to well-meaning gift givers, I have amassed a collection of pale and/or printed tops. Many of which are also too large.

I’m a healthy specimen of woman, no doubt. I am not, however, by any stretch of the imagination, buxom. Never have been, never will be. Yet, I have tops that would indicate the purchaser had someone else, entirely, in mind when making said selection.

Which brings me to bras. I wear bras and yes, I buy all my own bras. I wear front hooking bras. I like them because they are easy to get into and more importantly, easy to get out of, a must for middle-of-the- day work-out sessions and the shower which must follow.

I have one bra who is really past her prime. She has served her purpose, outlived her usefulness-but she is so damn comfortable. I can’t bear to part with her. I must though. She has taken to coming undone, without provocation, in the middle of conversations or other scenarios where immediate re-hooking is not encouraged or possible.

And while, being the un-buxom specimen that I am, the un-expected un-hooking doesn’t result in major flipping and flopping, it is still, well, unseemly and unwelcome. Thank goodness I was wearing a sweater, but still, she must go.

8 comments:

  1. Anonymous5:42 AM

    Rest in peace.

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  2. Lighting a candle for middle girl's old faithful.....**wink**

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  3. Now thats what I call a good bra, she can undo herself without you or anyone else you may be entertaining, even lifting a finger ;-)

    Where can I find such a thing ?

    ;-)
    Have a grand weekend chick XxXxX

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  4. I think bras need to catch up with the pants market and start coming in "worn in". I hate buying new bras! And there's only about a 6 month period where they're comfortable AND don't hurt the eyes.

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  5. Well,
    Can't you get another one just like it???
    Good Luck.

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  6. I hate, hate, hate buying bras!

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  7. good luck.... may 'she' rest in peace and open, as she pleases! :)

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  8. I like them because they are easy to get into and more importantly, easy to get out of, a must for middle-of-the- day work-out sessions and the shower which must follow.

    Lest we forget that I have a very dirty mind. *lol*

    I don't do pastels or prints either.

    Does she have a replacement?

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