More important than I imagined, it is.

[navygreen]

I twisted today just a smidgen, placing a gallon of poppyseed dressing to the side, and scrrriiiittttttchchch!

My bra broke.

While out in the open, I wasn't really in a place to properly "inspect" it, so I felt around a bit, lifting my girls and making sure that I still had some support. I knew something was wrong, but I really thought maybe a side stitch or something had ripped.

Until I came home, shed my shirt, and looked in the mirror:

(°/ (°)

^^ That's a visual of my boobies up there, by the way. ^^

God blessed the female population when he gave the idea of underwire to the inventor. Yes indeedy, it does a job! (I'd pondered and questioned it's real function before, you see...)

Comments

[deza.livejournal.com]

I hate broken underwires! They inevitably end up poking me on the underside of my boob. :(

[navygreen.livejournal.com]

Well, the bra didn't get a chance to bite me. It's now lying in a dejected heap on the bedroom floor. ;-)

[deza.livejournal.com]

Several years ago, during one of the financial rough patches, I ended up breaking the underwires in every bra I owned (my BF at the time didn't listen when I told him not to wash them in the machine). Now, I'm a rather, um, busty lady, so going without just wasn't an option. So I fished out the broken wires and wore them without. They're not nearly as supportive that way.