So GET THIS!
My lovely friend and colleague, from over at Baa Art (Artsy), took me on a field trip this week to this place on the Danforth where a special woman, who we'll refer to here as "The Boob Guru" (TBG), runs a store that I can only describe as Boob Mecca. Bras for freakin' days, people! Most of said bras are a little too, um, fancy pants for my simple taste in boob fashion, but I digress... the point to be taken from this story is, she's a Boob Guru, cool?
So Artsy had recently made a pilgrimage to Boob Mecca and ordered a fancy pants bra and had to go and pick it up, invited me along and it's Boob Mecca so how can I resist? She filled me in on TBG's talents on route and I simply had to have her take a look at my lovely lady lumps and grace me with her wisdom. Obviously TBG's combo of special skills is something along the lines of "fit and sell." She's quite amazing to behold.
To get to the point, before long I find myself half naked in a cozy corner change room with TBG, she's turning me front and back and sizing me up, literally, and then she dashes out for a moment and dashes back in with a couple of fancy pants bras. I can barely contain myself as I take them in my hands and ask, "What size?!"
She's half way out of the room when she turns back to me, smiles and says, "34C."
34C?! 34C?! 34C. Hm.
I look down at The Girls and I'm like, "I feel like I don't even know you anymore."
I've been wearing a consistent, and apparently bad-fitting, 36B for a few years, before that I might have been into the odd 32 or 34, but always B. Always B! And suddenly, with a wink and grin from TBG, I'm a C? Seriously, dropping a bomb like that can really change shit up.
My humps, my humps, my lovely lady lumps are a full cup size bigger than they were just a few short days ago. Imagine the possibilities!
People, listen to Oprah, go find yourself a Boob Guru. The Girls deserve it.
4 comments:
I so knew it! There was no way you were a B! Anyways, I think the place you're referring to is Sophia's right? I took my mom there for mother's day last year and she always thought she was a 42DD (Yes that seems large, but wait). TBG felt her up and it turns out she was a 38F! Talk about comfort difference. And when you are that large, you gotta pay $150 for a bra that fits right.
um...dude...you're TOTALLY a C! (but maybe not for long...what are you doing buying bras right now?) Ahhh shed a tear - fuckit! I really need a professional to cup my little ones, have no clue what the right size is and can't find a proper bra to save my life!
Scarb - yep - Sophia's. I thought it might be the same place you went with your mom!
And TTG - I actually didn't buy a bra because they all cost $100 and up! No can do right now. At least my new boob size isn't a totally rare one and I should be able to find cheaper boobware out there when I have a few bucks to spend.
That is the absolute best recount of a shopping trip I've ever read! Trust me, you'll be on this high for days... weeks even... it's a life changing moment. I knew you had the wrong size but it still freaks me out how TBG can size people by eye. Unfortunately I have a weird (a.k.a. expensive) size now, but it's worth the grin I had for days thinking about my barbie boobs.
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