(Heh, catchy title, eh? Made you look!)<\/p>\n
It’s true, though. For more than four years, she’s been one of my most loyal readers, but only rarely comments. (I do occasionally get an offline earful, but that’s another story!) Now, though, for the first time, my mother has actually proposed a topic and asked me to ask you for your opinions.<\/p>\n
Talk to me — no, wait, talk to my mom <\/em>— about bras. Love them or hate them? Necessary evil or favourite accessory? She and I have differing opinions on the subject. She sees them as a necessary evil, something to be released from at the earliest possible opportunity. Taking off her bra is her first step to getting comfortable, the way I imagine it’s like for a guy to take off his tie at the end of the day. Freed from societal convention, she’d happily go braless all the livelong day.<\/p>\n Me, not so much. I put on a bra first thing in the morning, and take it off last thing before bed. I hate not having one on – I feel worse than exposed, I feel uncomfortable and, well, unsupported. While actually shopping for bras is torture, once I have one that fits it’s my new BFF. I don’t like fancy bras or push-up bras or multicoloured lacy bras; I just like plain old comfortable, supportive, do-your-job-and-don’t-be-in-my-face-about-it bras. <\/p>\n As a matter of fact, I’ve been waiting until I finish nursing to go down to the high-end bra shop near where I work so I can pick up a couple of decent if not expensive ones that fit perfectly, something I was just about to do in 2007 when I found out I was pregnant with Lucas. I tried one on one day on a whim, wondering why on earth someone would pay upwards of $100 for a bra, and was astonished to see it slim 10 lbs off my silhouette instantly. Now I can’t wait to go buy one or — the luxury of it all — maybe two! Having a decent bra is like having a good hair day — it just makes everything better.<\/p>\n Talk to (Heh, catchy title, eh? Made you look!) It’s true, though. For more than four years, she’s been one of my most loyal readers, but only rarely comments. (I do occasionally get an offline earful, but that’s another story!) Now, though, for the first time, my mother has actually proposed a topic and asked me to … Continue reading “My mom wants to know about your bra”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1881","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life-the-universe-and-everything"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1881","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1881"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1881\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1888,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1881\/revisions\/1888"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1881"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1881"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1881"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}me<\/s> my mom about your foundation garments, bloggy peeps! Are bras to be endured only as long as decency dictates or so fundamental you would never think of going without? (Notice that the idea that they could be purely for fun never even crosses my radar screen!)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"