I realized today that I haven’t taken my eleven-year-old daughter bra shopping since, like, ever. She had to start wearing a bra when she was eight, and she wasn’t too keen on the idea, so I just bought her some of those sports bra-type trainers at the Target, and as she…ah…grew, I just got her L’s instead of S’s or M’s. Then she got some hand-me-down bras from her older cousins, and we’ve just been making do with this motley crew of support garments ever since.
To be perfectly honest, I just haven’t been giving the matter any thought whatsoever because I have a lot of other stuff on my mind on a daily basis–not all of it important, mind you, but, you know, other stuff has been rattling around in the old bean, and it’s not like I’ve done a great deal of bra-shopping for myself over the last decade, and she gets kind of embarrassed about this stuff and prefers not to mention it if she can possibly help it–so it just never occurred to me until this morning that Princess Zurg might be getting a tad uncomfortable and should probably be properly fitted and suitably outfitted (insofar as one can be said to be outfitted in underwear) at long last. So I got out ye olde tape measure and plugged the numbers into ye olde bra calculator.
And then I said (and I quote), “Holy crap!“
You could fit three of me in there. (Assuming I stuffed, which of course I do.)
Of course, that’s just the calculator. We’ll see what ye olde bra shoppe tells us when we have her try on the actual unmentionables. But still.
Have I mentioned lately that when I started this blog, SHE WAS SIX???
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June 21, 2009 at 9:46 pm
Mother of the Wild Boys
June 22, 2009 at 4:38 am
janeannechovy
I was recently fitted for a new bra by the pros at Nordstrom, and boy what a difference it makes.
I must say, too, that my mom took me for a pro bra fitting when I was PZ’s age, and I couldn’t have been more mortified by the experience. Her mileage may vary.
June 22, 2009 at 6:20 am
flip flop mama
I remember being so mortified while bra shopping with my mom. Mostly because she seemed really embarassed too. She would never say bra but would say brazier (i have no idea how to spell that) with this funny tone of voice.
I really need some new bras…
June 22, 2009 at 7:33 am
madhousewife
We’re only going bra shopping, not pro bra fitting. Dude, I haven’t even been pro bra fitted myself.
Interesting that everyone was so mortified. I can’t remember one way or the other. I only remember it being a big fat pain in the rear. I might be confusing that with my last bra-shopping trip, though. They all tend to blur together.
Actually, I’m pretty sure the only thing PZ will find less comfortable than bra-shopping with her mother is if I send her into the lingerie department with nothing but a map and a compass and $32.
June 23, 2009 at 8:12 am
Susan M
What exactly do they do at a pro bra fitting?
June 23, 2009 at 8:41 am
madhousewife
They measure you with their special professional tape measure! Then they do advanced math to determine your bra size with the utmost precision! Seriously, kids, DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME.
June 23, 2009 at 8:14 pm
Alison Wonderland
Head into Victoria’s and you can’t help but be professionally fitted. I think that’s kind of a good thing as an adult who’s birthed and nursed multiple babies and no longer has any breast related qualms but maybe not so much for a young woman.