this post is about bras...

... and is not for the faint of heart/chest.

today i went bra shopping. intentionally. and intentional bra shopping, especially with a top in mind, is just about the best thing ever. next to sunrises and milkshakes and warm puppies. it's a runner-up. bra shopping with an invite dress because all your current bras go up too far and peek out, which is not cool because they are white and cotton.

i went to nordstrom and had the bra lady measure me and be like, "blah blah size blah blah underwire" etc. etc. and now, my boobs look fabulous. well, not now now because i'm wearing one of my hanes bras (the ones i swear by, i have like four or the same style because i love them so much). I guess before i had a "whoa, nelly!" approach. like, as long as they're under control I'm good. but now... knowing how they can shape and lift and (wait for it) separate! it's awesome.

which brings me to my final point: bra parties. we can do it with tupperware (i have!) and i have even heard of botox parties, which is pretty sick i think. but somewhere in that grey area comes bras. and i want to have a bra party. and nordstrom ladies will measure us and we'll all have wonderful bras, even if we want to stick to the non-underwire almost-a-sports-bra kind. it's going to be awesome. and very (snicker snicker) supportive.