As I’ve previously mentioned, I am a babe on a budget. So much so, in fact, that I’m rekindling my love affair with Mr. Noodles. I recently realized that I could put off buying new bras AGAIN because I’d lost enough weight to fit into the old ones I’d been busting (hah!) out of all summer. Fantastic! However, due to a rookie laundry snafu, I’ve managed to dye my two favourite bras green. Tragic! I haven’t stopped wearing them, fear not, but since they were my go-tos when I thought someone might have a shot at seeing me in less than a shirt, I may, in fact, have to devote some time to bra shopping. I did also dye the matching panties green, but even as an ensemble it looks silly and unintentional. You know what this teaches me? I should really suck it up and handwash my delicates.
I should probably also go and get properly fitted. I know, I know, what’s taken me this long? It’s just that, when it comes right down to it, it’s a stranger with a name tag touching your boobs with measuring tape. I’m pretty sure I’ve got the right size, but there comes a time in all our lives when we have to listen to Oprah and whip off our shirts in front of a lingerie professional.
In less indirect dating news, I’ve got another speed dating event coming up this week! Maybe if I get my act together tomorrow on the bra shopping front, I can test-drive the lingerie there. It’s in the tips for successful dating, after all, and who am I to refuse any advantage that comes my way?
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