I have been looking for the perfect bra since the little training ones no longer did the trick.
Shopping for bras is such an awkward process no matter the cup. One minute articles or actresses chastise the media for not embracing the female form. The mantra-of-the-moment is that my breasts should be celebrated and happy in their sling. They fed my children, albeit, for a very brief time. They are the pinnacles—see what I did there—of the “female form.” Blah, blah, blah.
In the same breath said magazine and/or well-known female is highlighting breasts pushed up, squished together, even shadowed and lightly dusted with shimmering powder.
These two opposed images sit on either shoulder every time I buy a bra.
I want to feel sexy. I like lace and soft materials. I’m not into dusting the cleavage, but in my own way when I look in the mirror, I like to see pretty. At the same time, I don’t want lumps under my t-shirts or scratchy glitter, the underwire jab, or that weird boob overflow anytime I purchase something called a demi-bra or a balconette.
I don’t want to look in my top drawer and see an apparatus, but I can’t feel sexy if I’m uncomfortable. If I have to strap something on every morning, I want lovely and functional at that same time.
After years of either over-glossed pouty faces or bright white sexless harnesses, I have found the perfect bras.
This is not some promo post. I wanted to share the bra, but I also have a funny story.
The bra first, ThirdLove is a company based in San Francisco. It is run by two women with a conscience. They give money to causes I care about. I ordered a bra, their basic t-shirt, as a “test drive.”
They let you try their product for 30 days for $2.99. If you like it, you keep it and pay for it, if it doesn’t work you send it back. I entered my credit card and was fully prepared to be disappointed.
Best. Bra. Ever.
It’s soft and so well made. You know that part between your boobs where the wire always pokes out and jabs you after about six months? This bra doesn’t even have one. It’s sewn beautifully, and I was dancing around my house after I tried it on. And while they have lacy ones, even the basic is pretty. Soft and lovely in a way that makes me want to put it on my body.
Now here’s the funny part. Michael was working from home this morning, and my bra somehow ended up on the floor just before lunch time. When it was time to go back to being adults, I could not find the bra.
Turns out Jack, the perfect dog, liked my new perfect bra too.
So, one bra made me happy, fell to the floor well past the honeymoon, and it entertained Jack. Well done, ThirdLove.
Still a little pissed I have to buy a new one so soon, but I’ve found boob nirvana and I want it in every color.
That’s all from the laundry room. Sleep Well.