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-For those of you who don't understand the Over the Shoulder Boulder Holder line, watch Bette Midler explain it here (or the KH2 cast here), lyrics are here.
Anyway! This should be the last TMI post about the lack of bra for a while. And boy, does it end on a strange note.
On a recommendation from a SCAdian we stayed with back in January, we stopped by C.C. Lingerie while in Phoenix on Saterday. Enter one of the STRANGEST Bra fittings I have ever had the dubious pleasure of having. THE best one ever as well. Especially considering I was dressed... well... in Frakenstein garb.
The shop is tiny and looks kind of run down when you first walk in, but it's organised and neat. We walked in and called hello, getting an answer back from a tall gruff sounding middle aged man. It went something like this:
"Coat on hook. Bag on chair."
*Icka complies*
"Sorry about the outfit-"
*Guy pulls out tape measure, measures under shoulders*
"Don't worry about it. You're lovely. Loveliest one I've had in here all today. Arms down. Okay, arms up, arms down. Be right back."
*Guy wanders off.
*Icka stares after*
*Guy comes back, hands Icka a bra*
"Shirt off, bra off. Put this on. Arms through the holes, breasts in the cups. I fasten the back."
*Curtain drops down behind Icka.*
*Icka blinks, shrugs, puts on bra*
"Okay."
*Curtain goes up. Guy fastens bra. Icka re-adjusts boobs into cups.*
-Bra fits perfectly.
FIRST TRY.
I went screaming for Linda, because this is like OMG, Mindboggling. He then offers a strapless bra for the summer. Do you have ANY idea the last time I had one of those? Once, in High School, back when I was merely a triple D. And he was SERIOUS. @_@ He suggested a sports bra, to which I agreed to.
First sports bra, same route as the first. It was too small, so we went with the larger band size and fastened it on the tightest hook. Fit wonderfully. I wore it out. My boobs! They are -round-!!! \o/
His comment on the way out when I explained all the places I'd gone to was that he fit bras. That's what he does and he's the best there is at it. Normally, I'd take such a comment as ego and leave, except I don't think it was in this case. No games or anything like that. He just... Fits Bras.
So I walked out with two bras in UNDER 15 MINUTES. Little bit more pricy than some of the other shops, but I don't care. Almost damn near cried, but part of that was my back, neck and shoulders going into spasms because I finally got a bra that fit correctly and carried the weight where it should be. OMG Pain, but it felt soooo good. Linda was commenting on how my posture seemed to improve, but I wasn't sitting any differently than normal, it was all in how the weight was distributed.
... she also commented when I wailed that everyone loves me for my huge tracks of land, that she loves me for my sweet ass. Which explains her daughter's ass-grabbing habits. So Linda gets lots of love.
So. Yeah. If anyone in the area is looking for a bra and can't find one, GO SEE THIS GUY.
Anyway! This should be the last TMI post about the lack of bra for a while. And boy, does it end on a strange note.
On a recommendation from a SCAdian we stayed with back in January, we stopped by C.C. Lingerie while in Phoenix on Saterday. Enter one of the STRANGEST Bra fittings I have ever had the dubious pleasure of having. THE best one ever as well. Especially considering I was dressed... well... in Frakenstein garb.
The shop is tiny and looks kind of run down when you first walk in, but it's organised and neat. We walked in and called hello, getting an answer back from a tall gruff sounding middle aged man. It went something like this:
"Coat on hook. Bag on chair."
*Icka complies*
"Sorry about the outfit-"
*Guy pulls out tape measure, measures under shoulders*
"Don't worry about it. You're lovely. Loveliest one I've had in here all today. Arms down. Okay, arms up, arms down. Be right back."
*Guy wanders off.
*Icka stares after*
*Guy comes back, hands Icka a bra*
"Shirt off, bra off. Put this on. Arms through the holes, breasts in the cups. I fasten the back."
*Curtain drops down behind Icka.*
*Icka blinks, shrugs, puts on bra*
"Okay."
*Curtain goes up. Guy fastens bra. Icka re-adjusts boobs into cups.*
-Bra fits perfectly.
FIRST TRY.
I went screaming for Linda, because this is like OMG, Mindboggling. He then offers a strapless bra for the summer. Do you have ANY idea the last time I had one of those? Once, in High School, back when I was merely a triple D. And he was SERIOUS. @_@ He suggested a sports bra, to which I agreed to.
First sports bra, same route as the first. It was too small, so we went with the larger band size and fastened it on the tightest hook. Fit wonderfully. I wore it out. My boobs! They are -round-!!! \o/
His comment on the way out when I explained all the places I'd gone to was that he fit bras. That's what he does and he's the best there is at it. Normally, I'd take such a comment as ego and leave, except I don't think it was in this case. No games or anything like that. He just... Fits Bras.
So I walked out with two bras in UNDER 15 MINUTES. Little bit more pricy than some of the other shops, but I don't care. Almost damn near cried, but part of that was my back, neck and shoulders going into spasms because I finally got a bra that fit correctly and carried the weight where it should be. OMG Pain, but it felt soooo good. Linda was commenting on how my posture seemed to improve, but I wasn't sitting any differently than normal, it was all in how the weight was distributed.
... she also commented when I wailed that everyone loves me for my huge tracks of land, that she loves me for my sweet ass. Which explains her daughter's ass-grabbing habits. So Linda gets lots of love.
So. Yeah. If anyone in the area is looking for a bra and can't find one, GO SEE THIS GUY.
