20.9.09

Not for people who are offended by underwear, or vomit.


It has come to my attention of late that the bras I bought a year ago are no longer doing the job for which they were fashioned. That job being to prevent my breasts from doing what nature intended, hang around my belly button.

When I commented on this fact to Aaron he informed me that he had observed the same. If your husband notices the stretched out sags in your dormant bras you can be sure that it is time to get a new one. I said, "I have been waiting for a good time to spend the $30 on a new one but it hasn't come."

"There will never be a good time," he responded, "just go and get one."

To motivate myself I threw the no longer useful items away. What would I wear instead? Why, an old demi-bra from my lingerie shower before our wedding that is two cup sizes too small and itches. But it does hold them up (Why, you ask, do I still have such an item? Well, the straps adjust to halter, and once or twice it has been useful under a dress for an hour or two, however uncomfortable.)

Sunday, I stayed home from church with all of the kids who were once again coughing and snotty, and occasionally vomiting when they coughed really hard. I hoped that when Aaron got home I could walk over to Target/Frederick's and purchase myself a new bra without the cheerful accompaniment of my offspring. (That didn't go so well the last time I tried it.)

The flushed success of his little sister was still ringing in his ears from yesterday, when she returned home with her very first pink bag declaring, "I love Victoria's Secret, and I'm a C cup now. These bras were 2 for $30." He decided I must also go to Victoria's Secret and buy a bra. It was sound reasoning. I could get, theoretically, 2 of a better quality item for the same price as one nearby.

So conveniently forgetting that I have yet to actually buy a Victoria's Secret bra, because they don't fit right, and that the children were being kept home from church for a reason, we all piled into the car and went to the mall.

We haven't been to the mall in more than 2 years.

That was foreshadowing.

The 2 for $32 dollar bras were lovely. And only go up to a D cup. I am sadly at least a DD. They did not fit. I tried to walk out of the store but a sales clerk stopped me at the front and directed me to the far back, where they have other, more expensive bras in my size that aren't padded. She doesn't walk with me to help me find them. She just points.

I waste at least 15 minutes pawing my way through high tech satin to find one lonely 34DD at the back. Whatever happened to arranging things according to size in a lingerie store anyway? Or customer service?

But, it's a demi bra. And I spill out of the top. Victoria's Secret does not go up to an E cup, so I ask the first employee who asks how I'm doing for directions to Nordstrom's. I never did find Nordstrom's, but I did find Aaron and the kids at Playland outside of Sears.

The Girl coughed into his shirt and ended up vomiting as well. It's not much. (foreshadowing) He managed to clean it up with a wet wipe from a nearby mom. The Girl is playing happily. I go into Sears to look there.

There is not a single sales person on the floor and after several minutes of fruitless searching I determine that there are no bras in my size either. I now remember why I hate bra shopping so much.

So I consult with Aaron once again. Do we go home or try Macy's next?

He and the children accompany me to the intimate apparel section of Macy's, where he encourages me to find an employee and get them to find me a bra in my size. Then he found one for me. The kids want to go back to Playland so he retreats with them while I continue the search.

The store employee usually works in the children's section. "Oh my God," she says, when I tell her what size I'm looking for. But she's willing to join the search.

We grab another person who looks as though she belongs in that section, but it's her first day at work, so she doesn't know either. Between the 3 of us we find one bra in the right size. I try it on.

I don't think even my grandma would wear this. (See above photo.) The straps are too close to the neck, there is puckering at the top of the very full coverage tops. In fact, I might as well just buy a sport bra and call it a day.

I leave it hanging forlornly in the dressing room and make my way back to my family.

What I see first is Little playing on a slide, and wonder where everyone else is. Around a column Aaron is sitting on a bench holding the girl between his legs, and then I see it.

Vomit is everywhere. On his arm, his shirt, his pants, her hand, the bench, the floor, everywhere. It is bad. They are frozen, like a moment in a bad tableau, unable to move or the vomit will spread.

The Boy has been sent to summon me from the store, but he went up the wrong escalator and missed me. My first task is to find my son. It is only a little way, but it's too far. I run back to the store and he is waiting at the fitting rooms looking for me.

With him safely retrieved I rush back to Playland, where Aaron and the Girl remain frozen, marinating, waiting for help.

I then run the other way to the far back end of Sears to the bathroom. They start to turn the lights out in the store as I disappear into the dark recesses. The kids start saying, "Isn't mommy in there, why are they turning out the lights?"

Aaron doesn't say, "Yes she is, the mall is eating her."

But I think it may be.

When I return we wipe as well as can be done. Aaron removes his vomit stiffened shirt and makes a half-hearted swipe at the crotch of his pants with the paper towels. I wipe as much as I can from the bench and floor with the remainder and we make a break for the exit.

The lights continue to go out around us. But we escape in time and are soon in the sweet warm air of the parking lot. Sounds of the freeway hum all around us.

Anyone want all the rhinestones I'm going to have to cut off the bra I buy at Frederick's of Hollywood tomorrow?

10 comments:

  1. Oh I so recognise that frozen in time moment, thanks for sharing :o)

    xc

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  2. Oh the frustrations we have!!! I HATE bra shopping as well. I need one bad and have yet go....I'm holding out! Im still a G though because of Mariah! I cant wait to be back to a normal size someday! lol

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  3. Oh, that is hilarious! Yet awful at the same time. I feel for you and your poor family.

    I also desperately need to go bra shopping but it's never been a positive experience and I'm procrastinating.

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  4. I too need a bra (one single one) that actually fits without pinching or pulling or poking. For now I'm wearing my sports bras as I have nothing left. At least it keeps the girls somewhere in the right region.

    I hope your family feels better soon!

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  5. Misery love company.. so this made me laugh till I cried!
    I actually have the opposite problem as you (nursing 6 babies has shrunk my girls to less than an A cup) but I HAVE to wear a bra because of these nipples of steel (also thanks to breastfeeding). I went bra shopping last week, cried in the dressing room, and still came home empty handed.
    There's humor in there somewhere.

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  6. Yuck it sounds like a yucky time.....sorry though that poor Aaron got caught in all of that, and you having so much trouble finding your size. Have you tried Victoria's secret on line? I ordered one that way and it worked. Blessings to all of you!!! Hope you get better soon.

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  7. JC Penney's has a pretty good selection of larger sizes, though you're skinnier than I if you're only a 34 (I'm a more-standard-for-my-DD 38 band), so I haven'tlooked for the smaller band+larger cup like that. Still, if you have a Penney's, it's woth looking. Target also had one style that works great for me (they had tons of styles to choose from in the larger cup sizes, but again, dunno about the band size). Good luck!

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  8. That sounds horrible! I too have a deep dislike for bra shopping but at the insistence of a dress maker I went looking for a good one at the "reputable" bra shops. (Those dress making ladies know where the good places are.) I could hardly get over the $120 price tag given how little there is to hold but it's been two years and I wear it way more than the rest. It's comfortable too. When you get the nerve to go out again, I vote for going to a bra boutique. Or you could just pick up a sport bra at REI;)

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  9. That sounds horrible! I too have a deep dislike for bra shopping but at the insistence of a dress maker I went looking for a good one at the "reputable" bra shops. (Those dress making ladies know where the good places are.) I could hardly get over the $120 price tag given how little there is to hold but it's been two years and I wear it way more than the rest. It's comfortable too. When you get the nerve to go out again, I vote for going to a bra boutique. Or you could just pick up a sport bra at REI;)

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  10. Oh I so recognise that frozen in time moment, thanks for sharing :o)

    xc

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