So... remember how shocked I was last year, when Oprah changed my life? She did it again. With my suave and sophisticated (for our neck of the woods) friend, H's help. See-- H is the kind of professional woman who shops at Nordstrom. Not even the Rack-- at least, not often. And about a year ago, she had a bra fitting. It changed her life.
Since then, she's been encouraging L and I to have our lives changed, too. And yesterday, since it was the half-yearly sale at good old Nordy's and all... we went. And had a bra fitting. And yes- it changed my life. "Oh, you're a 32-- definitely not a 36. And you've underestimated your cup size by two cups. Here-- try this on. It fits, doesn't it? Yeah-- it looks good on, too. It's an Oprah."
Wow. There in the dressing room at Nordstrom, with a total stranger wearing about twice the legal limit in eyeshadow, Oprah changed my life. Again. I cannot tell you how much more confident I feel wearing an understory that FITS-- it holds up the right parts of my anatomy, and it doesn't pull down on my injured shoulder, and it looks all smooth under my summer T-Shirts, and ... wow. I never thought being this shallow could be this gratifying.
Of course, none of the five bras in my size AND on sale were anything I'd wear. Lime yellow. With sequins. Fire orange with no straps... hmm... Nope. So I paid full price for something that FITS. I don't know if it's the new cup size or the sticker shock, but I'm still reeling from the experience. And by the way-- if you wear an understory-- GET TO A NORDSTROM NEAR YOU, let the over-dressed (and very helpful) teenage expert put the oh-so-cold tape measure around your ribs-- and change your life forever.
Seriously.
...okay... why am I surprised that the spellchecker doesn't know the word "nordstrom?"
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Oprah changes my life on a regular basis. And yes, the world looks better in the right bra. But I'm still wrapping my brain around my 'big news.' I'm happy we could do it together.
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