The weekend is upon me and I do not feel ready. My ear aches and my balance is a little whacky. It will not prevent me from carrying on with things ...
Having recently lost some weight, I am finding that my clothes are baggy. I am loathe to purchase a new wardrobe and have been busy altering my current one. Some solutions work and some fail. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I can toss the failures and live in the successes. But, under garments are not so easy.
Finding a bra that works has been a challenge. As everyone knows, I don't get out much. Shopping for clothing is tedious to me and I usually do it on-line. There are far too many options out there, so I decided to stick with the tried and true. Playtex 18 hour bra. I am quite familiar with this brand and thought it would be safe to order one.
I was going to order 3, but I am so glad I didn't. The quality of the materials used is not at all what I had expected and the sizing seems to be different. Let's just say that if I had to wear this torture device for 18 hours, I would consider suicide! Keeping in mind that I have worn this same style before and found it to be comfortable.
My cup size has not changed, just the "around my torso" size and not by much. Bras have three rows of closures, giving one three options of snugness. None of the options were comfortable. When I compared it with an older bra, it was at least 4 inches smaller! I checked the label and it was the correct size. I measured it with my handy measuring tape to find that it did not match the size on the label.
Whether it was mislabeled or sizes have changed again, as they frequently do in women's clothing, I will not be ordering another 18 hour device.
I have worked diligently in several gardens for the past three days. Mornings are cool enough to get a good start and then when the sun goes down I can get more done. Today I have decided to just stay in my lair until time to open up. Conserving my energy and getting some housework done. The kitchen looms large in my plans as I intend to cook up a few meals to freeze. After another cup of coffee.
Speaking of sizes, I was going through my cupboards and found the stained white coffee cup that was my Dad's for ages. It hold 6 ounces! My mug holds 12 ounces. Times have changed, haven't they?