Remember my experiment with a stick-up bra this past summer? Wait, maybe you don’t remember because I only told you about buying the stick up bra cups – not what happened when I tried to use them.
This past summer Chris’ cousin got married and I decided to wear that Marylin Monroe style blue dress that I had purchased last April for my nieces wedding. I didn’t wear it for my nieces wedding- chickened out and wore the black dress I had purchased at the time instead.
Well, the lovely blue dress has a very low bare back and you cannot wear a normal bra with it. I had to either wear a strapless bra and try to be sure it wasn’t seen, or wear the stick up cups. I chose the cups.
Unfortunately it was a very hot day, and during the wedding ceremony of all times, I felt one side of my bust drop a bit. Oh oh. Now you can’t start fiddling with your breasts during while someone is saying their vows can you? Nope. Not even when you can feel that sticky tickling feeling of something peeling off your skin. So I tried not to move too much, and after the ceremony as we were gathered outside on the church steps I felt the other side of my bust drop a bit too.
A few steps later and guess what? One of the stick up cups managed to wiggle out of my dress and fell to my feet. I was right in front of the priest too! I carefully bent over and put my purse on top of the bra cup and scooped it up without being seen I think. My husband was aware of what happened but we don’t think anyone else noticed. Man, that was embarrassing though. We went home before the reception so that I could put on a strapless bra. I don’t think I’ll experiment with stick ups again.
I’ve always had some trouble finding a great fitting bra and I suppose it’s the same story with stick on cups too. I’ve got a narrow upper body and if I find a bra that fits me in the bust I’ll notice that the straps and bands are too loose.
Even as a young girl I had trouble with teenage bras. I was flat as a board as a teenager but my mom insisted that I need a bra, so a bra I did have. Now, I think I’ve grown into my bust – My chest isn’t too small anymore, nor do I think I’ll ever find a need for those plus size bras either. I think, and I’m sure my husband would agree, that my bust is just the right size.