"Do your boobs hang low,
Do they wobble too and fro?
Can you tie them in a knot,
Can you tie them in a bow?
Can you throw them over your shoulders,
Like a Continental soldier?
Do your boobs hang low?".
My girl friends and I used to sing that song when we had PJ parties. We all laughed, not knowing that around 55-60, we'd be the models for the song. Then, we used to sing it loudly at our weekend get together's at Arlene's up north cottage. In our jammies and bounce around--except for Arlene who remained to her dying day, a nice B cup. She often went without a bra.
My daughter Pam NEVER wears a bra. She was late for my Dad's funeral because she was going through drawers, trying to find her one and only. Thought she should because she was wearing a dress. Pammie, still an A cup.
My Mother was a perfect 36C. My Dad's mother had what she called, "quart jars"--I can relate.
Perky? I never was. My oldest grand daughter, Helene, has inherited my height and my overly pervasive bust.
My grand daughter Madeleine--well, you've seen her photos in her ballerina suit--I think she has very little.
My friend Beth was wearing a bra, long before I was. Also my friend's Judy and Sandy and, well most of them. Except Arlene and I...and even SHE got one before I did!
I don't think we had training bras, back in the day. I remember one day, I
My Mother started lining the bottom of my suitcase with sanitary pads when I was 11 and first went off to church camp--or to visit an aunt.
I didn't start my periods until I was nearly 14--all my friends already had theirs, including Arlene. They would come to school, complaining about their cramps and I'd sympathize with consoling words, "Oh, I know. I had mine last week." LIAR!
Then when I did finally "mature", I never had a cramp in my life. I never had any problems, until menopause (once again late--age55) when I tried to hemorrhage to death for three very long years.
But even then, I never had hot flashes--warms ones perhaps--which I thought were interesting and used to sit at work and feel them as they started in my hairline and advanced. I would giggle, it felt so weird as I tracked it.
The only problem menopause ever brought me was, wanting to slap all those snotty 30 year old women I worked with. I finally got some Premarin to fix that. Took it for seven years. I stopped on my own, shortly before the FDA recommended not taking it. I've had no problems or ill effects from that or the birth control pill which I took for ten years.
<thank you, Lord>
Where was I going with this?
Oh yes--after researching the bras websites--I see reviews that the French manufacturer, Epreinte is supposedly the best and----------only $168.00 for a bra my size, with a wider bridge.
So--over to the Bali website and got my normal Flower Bali, three sectioned, underwire in a 42DDD. I'll see if it fits. For $28.00 and free shipping, I can't go wrong.
I'll be sure and keep you abreast of my situation.