Maybe they were just all gearing up for Dead Bra Day, but lately it’s like my bras are having a mutiny. I’ve had a series of breakthroughs. Ladies, you know what I’m talking about. When the underwire decides to liberate itself from it’s little fabric tube-prison, so it pops out and stabs you in the armpit. Argh! I have had exactly three bras do this within the past week and a half.
I can’t throw them away. They’re some of my best, comfiest prettiest bras. And I’m incredibly poor right now so I can’t buy more, because it is both expensive and a tremendous struggle trying to find cute comfy holsters for these suckers. They’re huge, goddammit, and all I want is to be able to hold them up comfortably and in something that’s at least vaguely sexy, without wires popping through and stabbing my armpits. Is that so much to ask?
Maybe this part is a bit IMHO or GQ – can they be saved? I neeed them. I can’t pull the wires out because without the wires they’re useless, they do nothing. At the moment I’m stuffing the wires back inside, folding over the edge and safety-pinning it down, but it’s only a matter of time before a safety pin pops and stabs me in the armpit even worse. Argh!
Normally, I love my boobs. But damn, does this bite.