What is it about the approaching end to the work week that causes all hell to break loose in my home? Things break, children and pets get sick, and harried mothers dream of escaping to somewhere quiet with lots of coffee and books.
I am not a certified bra-burning feminist, but I am grateful for the opportunities I've had for education and individualization (is that a word?) in this male-centric country. In fact, in the 5 years I've been a stay-at-home-mom, I've pretty much shed all the girl-stuff to be reduced to showering occasionally and hardly ever wearing anything that even resembles a dress. I cut my hair in front of the bathroom mirror. I wear the same pair of jeans everyday with a T-shirt because its comfortable. Some times I actually think about getting dressed up, putting on make-up, fixing my hair...but it's just too much trouble.
Of course it only takes your pre-schooler coming home and announcing "R has a pretty Mommy" to see all the inadequacies I demonstrate as a woman. That's when I think about taking the advice a friend gave me several years ago. She told me that every woman really should get fitted for a bra. She said once you have a good, well fitting bra, you'll feel better about yourself, and never go back. Could this be true? Could changing my underwear change my attitude about myself? Would it make the ends of the weeks calm and peaceful instead of crazy?
So, some Friday, I'm going to escape. I'm going to go to Victoria's Secret and get fitted for a bra. Anyone game?
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ooo, my idea of hell. I'm afraid I fall into the semi-category of can't-be-bothered-to-burn-bra but also can't-always-be-bothered-to-wear-bra. It's true, and now it's here for everyone to see. I HATE trying on bras, a fact proven by the evidence that I now only have two, one that is so threadbare it hardly stays on me, another I came into purely by accident. (And being fitted? Does that mean I'd have to shave? Yes, this is far more info. than anyone wants.) Saggy-baggy elephant, that's me. But I would love to come along for the trip and sip coffee and be moral support!
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