Bra-vado

54maidenformbraBreasts aren’t generally on my mind. I wasn’t always in this frame of mind. If a story about bras isn’t for you, there’s no need to read on.

The word brassiere and bra have a different feel. Brassiere seems so 19th century with visions of formality: ladies in corsets etc. “Bra” (short for brassiere) is so modern and bland. There must be a better name? Over the shoulder boulder holder is good but so passé .

When I was young lass, before I even had a bra, my friends and I stuffed (maybe taped) waded Kleenex in our shirts to give the look of maturity. We went here and there like that. One afternoon our vision enlarged; We decided to put oranges in our shirts. There weren’t any in the house so I went next door and asked our neighbor. I told her I’d return them after. Now I wonder what she thought I was up to. Somehow we adhered the citrus to our flat chests and walked to the movie theater to watch Pollyanna, my favorite movie. But while standing in line to buy tickets, one of my oranges slipped out and rolled. This red faced Jane Mansfield in training was beyond embarrassed!

I got my first bra in 6th grade in Berkeley. Even though I hadn’t developed much yet, I told my mom I wanted one. She replied, “Is that what the girls are wearing now Dear?” She took me to Hink’s department store where a warm middle aged stout veteran fitter brought me a training bra! That was very disappointing.

Mass developed and life in the undergarment world seemed fine until the age of 13. I had another embarrassing, rather mortifying experience. My brother, 9 years older than me, went away to college in Vermont. While visiting him, we went out for dinner. He brought some of his cute friends. Around the table the guys started laughing but I wasn’t in on the joke. I began to feel self conscious and went into the ladies room. In the mirror I saw that my very stiff pointed cup bra (think Madonna) had one cup pointing to the north and the other dead south! Oh those were the days!

Nowadays many women are having breast implants. At this time in my life, that doesn’t appeal to me at all. I have that all out of my system!

I’m glad to laugh at all this now. I’d love to hear some of your adventures while growing up.

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  • Patty
    I remember being taken shopping for a slip. I think I was 12. The sales lady picked out one that had a bit of a "cup". My mom said, "What's this bosom business?" I was actually quite tickled. Now my preference leans towards sport bras. I cannot understand this molded cup era. Whose mold do they conform to? Not mine!
  • hessa
    I remember not wanting to wear grown up's bras ,i just wanted to stick with the sport bras because they were comfortable.I had a very difficult puberty time :( I wanted to be a boy lol but not anymore,now I love being a girl now.
    nice article
  • Leslie
    First I thought. Wow. I don't think you are speaking of my blog. Now I see it's a spammer. Darcie Hayton is a made up name.
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  • Leslie
    Hi Y'all. Thanks for writing. I enjoyed your comments very much! I haven't done a blog for a long time.

    Bob, your story is very funny. One time I dressed Carl up in a wig and clothes and make up. We went to our next door neighbors. I introduced him as my cousin Carlina. They fell for it and it went on for awhile. Then they thought, this person is too friendly for someone we don't know. They realized. What was also funny is that it was their wig! They were getting rid of it.
  • unclebob
    that was a funny post Leslie.

    I kinda have a bra story. when I was 12 I was trying to figure out a costume to wear to a friends party. My sister, being 9 years my senior, suggested going as a girl. now this was in 1969, I was 5'7" and weighed 85 lbs. she put me in a paper dress she had, along with a bra stuffed "just enough", a fall (wig) and make up. I went to the party and no one had a clue until one of my friends started getting a bit fresh and I pulled off the wig and yelled "surprise". it was funny, the opened mouthed looks I got were a scream, but took a long time to live down.
  • Toni
    Your recollections were so funny. I really enjoyed this post.
  • Funny little coincidence, but just last month I was in the local lingerie store to buy a bridal gift and I got fitted for a bra. I knew I was wearing the wrong size because I was so uncomfortable. If it weren't for the internet, they would have a customer for life because I wear an unheard of size that is not carried by any of the major lingerie manufacturers. (Think 1/4 of the way up the alphabet!)
  • Allan F
    Leslie--

    I might have teased you about "no musical content," but at the very end you managed to insert a Madonna reference into the story.

    Sorry, I have no bra stories to share but I enjoy the blogs postings that everyone in the family shares.

    We blog-readers often learn the anecdotes of your leather-footed, meat-barbecuing, testosterone-fueled housemates. While I can't personally relate to today's story, it was a nice change of pace.
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