Wednesday, February 04, 2009
What I hear -
"Hey! Look! I'm a cute little strappy top, but don't worry! I come with underwiring and hooks and eyelets and space age stretchy stuff, and I'm going to lift and separate, without extra straps showing at your shoulders!"
The reality -
"Hahaa! I fooled you! I'm actually a weird ass flap of fabric with a band of thick elastic wrapping around your rib cage. I'm going to sit so low and tight that I end up transecting your liver, while you enjoy how attractive a mono-boob can be! I'll create random indentations along your torso! You're going to spend all day adjusting me as I slip up and down, and everyone will see the straps of the real bra you're going to have to wear, so you gotta coordinate too! And, just for kicks, I'm going to get stuck when you try to take me off, so you have to hop around with your shirt pulled over your head in the gym changing room!"
Or is that just me?