Sartorial Fail #1
This was supposed to be a post about how bra shopping didn’t actually have to be a horrible no-good shopping event.
I was supposed to be telling you about my successful trip to buy some, how I was patient and took my time to select bras that were perfect. How buying what is probably the most dreaded item a butch can buy doesn’t have to be a terrible event.
And then I got there. And everything hanging on racks has padding and wires and things I don’t need. At all. Lacy and frilly and generally things I like to look at on others but definitely not myself. And when I know I have to navigate it all to select some for myself they somehow fill me with terror.
So. Um. I went to the boxes, picked some in a size (its been a while since I bought bras and I thought I might have changed size) that I thought would fit. Ran into dressing room. Frustratingly tried two on. Didn’t work. Knew I was done. Grabbed some boxes in old size and got the heck out of there.
This took all of 7 minutes.
I hate bra shopping.