I never thought I’d say this, but I miss Lane Bryant’s bras. Granted, I was recently shown to figleaves.com, but I miss being able to go in and try it on and buy it (cheaply) instead of ordering, waiting and hoping it fits.

*sigh*

I guess my comment above did not, in fact, conclude my rant. I don’t think my rant on this topic will ever end.

Guess where I’m limited to? Lane Bryant, Roaman’s, or selling my first born for a fancy, industrial grade bra from the fancy bra shops.

And the best part is that I know my size because I measured it myself. I haven’t steered myself wrong yet.

Seriously.

I lurve JMS for their stretch jeans- and reasonably priced tee shirt type clothes.

I am not one to be taken too seriously on this matter though- because I dig the fact that the jeans have my initials on the button (JMS). For the longest time, I had some co-workers convinced I had custom jeans made.

Apparently you’re only allowed to have giant boobs if you have a coordinating large back size. I guess it’s just a physical anomaly to dare to have a smaller back with the rack of doom. And since I’m a physical anomaly, how dare I expect to be able to buy something cute and supportive without forking over the equivalent of what some people spend on a week’s worth of gasoline.

Sure, have a special section for A cups, but not the other end of the spectrum. The rest of the fashion world is catered to people with small boobs, why should “just my size” be any different?

Just my size…unless that size is 34G.

I guess that concludes my semi-weekly rant against the lingerie industry.

A bit mean to old women, don’t you think?

Why do old women have to look bad? Why is ugly clothing called “old lady” wear anyway?

You’ll be an old woman someday. You’ll see.