The other weekend I went bra shopping.
Yes, I am getting far too personal on this blog.
I went bra shopping to finally replace my post-nursing hand me down bras from my sister.
The experience taught me a few things.
First, I really don’t like the act of shopping. I do enjoy that I have my new bras now, that they fit well and look good but, man, I hate the crowds. And trying things on and spending a lot of time in a store with other people searching and trying things on.
I tried on 30+ bras before finding the right one and then had to go to another store to find it in black. Per my own advice I got a nude bra and a black bra.
Second, I am not an expert. On bras or, really, most things. So I if I’m not an expert why do I refuse expert advice?
I was measured by a store assistant and advised I could try two different sizes: 38 C and 36 D.
I’ve been many bra sizes in my life. In high school and through my rowing career I was a (barely) 38 B. When I retired from sport my body fat composition changed and shifted and I became a ‘real’ 38 B. When I got pregnant I had to buy new bras as a 38 C and as a nursing mom I was a 40 D.
That’s a whole lot of bra sizes. Despite all the fluctuations I was convinced there was no way that I was a D cup right now. I’m not nursing and things have, uh, deflated.
So I tried on a lot of 38 C bras. None fit right so I kept going back to try on more styles. Eventually the head of the bra department saw me and asked me what size I was looking for.
I said, 38 C.
She looked me over and said, you’re not a 38 C.
You’re a 36 D.
After trying on over 20 bras I was ready to give her expert status some credence.
And yes, lo and behold, I am a 36 D.
I am not an expert on bra sizing. And thinking that I knew better than women that size bras for a living wasted a lot of my time (and Katy’s). I’ll also admit to buying poorly sized bras in my 20’s, things I really wanted to fit but ended up gouging me with under wire or being painfully tight on my broad rower back.
No more. I’m going with the expert’s advice from now on and I’ll continue to go to a store that offers sizing services and knowledgeable staff. I want my undergarments to be both comfortable, flattering and functional. Very happy to report that this style is doing all three for me.
I’ll save my expert status for things like living car-free with a toddler and let the bra experts do their thing.
Anyone out there have a drawer full of ill-fitting under things? Did you impulse shop or just think they would fit better after some use?