Sunday, May 23, 2010

On Being Perky

Today on my journey to recovery, we'll be traveling to the Perks and Cankles, not an island chain, but more a place in the mind, so if your secondary sexual characteristics arose primarily because your main body hormone is testosterone, this may not be a post you'll enjoy reading.

Don't say you weren't warned...

After spinning yesterday (and Rose, Crazy Woman is all spun and resting on the bobbins until later today to be plied), I ran home to shower and address the condition of my legs before I went for that pedicure. Though it hasn't been all that long since I shaved my lower legs, it's been awhile since the razor has gone above my knee. Thick and wooly, it took two blades to hack through the heavy growth of fur on my upper legs and thighs that both my heritage and life as a northerner have caused. A weed whacker would have been a more appropriate tool to select, but I correctly assessed that wouldn't be safe in the shower. Ordinarily, I wouldn't have bothered doing this, but I couldn't have the Vietnamese girls at the salon making comments about the inordinate amount of hair growth on my legs in a language I couldn't understand. I'm not paranoid, but neither do I have an interpreter available to let me know exactly what's being said about my lazy approach to self care.

I love going to this particular nail salon in the heart of town, but it's always packed and yesterday was no exception. We walked into the salon and bumped smack into my boss. Are you kidding me? Even on Saturday, I can't get away from work. I didn't want to discuss my job and Lord knows, my boss probably didn't, either. Enter Fanette, who smoothly overtook the conversation and found common ground with my boss. She chatted her up for the entire time we were there while I read People Magazine and engrossed myself in an article about Sandra Bullock and that dog of a soon to be ex husband.

The supernatural ability to read my mind is one of the reasons I love my best friend.

With feet looking perfect, with the exception of what I perceive to be the beginning of cankles--more on that later--we fed the parking meter and went to the local independent coffee shop. We go in there every time we're together. We read the the hilarious greeting cards, mugs and towels and fill up on laughter. I don't know who their buyer is, but this store's selection of items for sale is always whimsical and clever. Fanette was looking for a gift for someone, and though we didn't find it, we did find some perfect towels and soaps and then it was off to the bra store for me.

Bra-va is a bra store in the heart of town and though there was a long waiting list, I signed up for a bra fitting. This personalized bra fitting is something I have never, ever done and even knowing their bras are pricey, it was something I've always wanted to do. There has to be a reason my bras always bug me, right? As part of my new leaf, I had decided if I am going to spend 16 hours a day in an article of clothing, then dammit, it's going to fit correctly. Not surprisingly, I've always bought cheap bras and then proceeded to beat them to death. And yes, gasp, I let them go through the washer. Is it any wonder that my bras have no shape, bent wires, sagging straps and allow my not so ample bosom to fail to look perky?

After quite a wait, it was finally my turn to go behind one of the curtains where I was told to take off my shirt, face the mirror, stand up straight and lift my bra straps from the shoulder. It was at this point when the attendant told me I was a horrible abuser of bras. Fearing brassiere jail time, in my defense, I told the woman that my beaten, sagging, bent, broken and worn bra was, at a minimum, ten years old. It was the only beige bra I could find in the clean hamper when I'd dressed. Fully intending to buy another beige bra when I went in there--that is the most versatile color for me--I ended up buying the laciest, frilliest bra on the rack. It's purple and I bought the lace panties to match. They didn't have the multi-colored polka dot bra I really wanted in my size, which by the way, I didn't know was my size, but the one I did get is very feminine and not a bit utilitarian.


Kicking depression to the curb is turning out to be kind of fun. So fun, I'm not allowing my perception of the development of cankles to disturb my thoughts. It all started with the purchase of a pair of non-utilitarian high heels. Evidently, everything is sagging as I lose collagen and while I'm wearing Danskos and Keen's it hasn't been all that apparent. Well, since the alternative to aging and sagging is unacceptable, I'll have to embrace my cankles. It's not all bad news though, since Bra-va and the wonderful bra fitters there have given me perky breasts.


20 comments:

Empress Bee (of the High Sea) said...

so how different was your proper size than the one you used to buy? i always wanted to do that too but would die of embarrassment when the lady would (for sure) tell me they don't have that long and empty size. i passed on perky so many years ago i forget what perky used to look like!

smiles, bee
xoxoxoxoxoxo

Gail said...

What a wonderful day! All just for you, that must have felt great. I am loving that bra but is it comfortable?

Miss 376 said...

Long may being perky last! Sounds like it was a fun day, hope you won't have to wait too long for the next pamper day

Rudee said...

EB, I have been wearing a bra too large around the chest and too small in the cup. I went from a 38 B to a 36 C. Lo and behold, I do have cleavage, I do have cleavage. lol.

Gail, it's very comfortable. Apparently, not only have I been buying the wrong size, I have been wearing my bras all wrong. The band should be pulled down and should not ride up on the shoulder blades with forces the breasts to point downward. I feel badly that I've mistreated my bosom for so long.

Rose said...

Woo hoo! Love that bra!! Isn't it amazing how treating yourself helps so much? And even more amazing is the fact that we don't do it nearly enough! Thanks for sharing!! And I can't wait to see the crazy woman yarn, especially since I've been a little crazy this week. How apropos.

Stephanie V said...

OK...now I'm inspired. I have long admired your guts and gusto but now you've had a bra fitting.

I see the stores and I avert my eyes. No more. I am woman...hear me roar! Thanks, Rudee, for the giggle and the shove.

sapphireblue said...

Purple. Very pretty! I have to say, I'm guilty of not shaving above the knee sometimes.

Silliyak said...

You're right, I was warned...

Finding Pam said...

Rudee, how nice to have a pedicure and to treat yourself so nice. You deserve it.

I remember when my grandmother took me to this fancy dept. store and I was fitted for a bra. It was so embarrasing at that age. To this day, I still hate uncomfortble bras. I have tried them all. The expensive ones wear out as fast as the cheap ones.

I wish I had access to a really good foundations dept. and a specialist that new how to fit bras.

Are you saying your ankles are big or swollen? Working all these years on my feet have ruined my legs, but not my ankles. Put your feet up and relax.

Have a grand day! Love the purple bra.

Anonymous said...

Make that Bra-Va-Va-Va-Voom!

Brenda said...

Good for you. I have always wanted to get fitted and never have. Believe it or not, I have never had a pedicure. Maybe someday...

Michaela said...

great to hear you are treating yourself like the most deserving woman in the world, instead of staying home! I LOVE your new bra. It is gorgeous!!! Onwards and upwards, I say, for perkiness and also an uplifted mood. xx Michaela

Devon said...

Good for you! That bra is a little like using your grandmothers fine china for taco Tuesday! I love it!

sue b said...

OK, you've inspired me. I'm going for a fitting. If you can do it then so can I. Love the new bra.

The Crusty Crone said...

Way ta go, girl!! That bra looks MARVELOUS, darlin'

Even if no one else sees it, its got to help make you feel perky just wearing it and your new panties.

Sounds like a good day to me! I suppose next you'll be thinking about putting up a stripper pole.

(the word verification for this post kind of fits. Its spregal. Spree Gal. Yeah. It fits.

Jadekitty said...

Very pretty! I went to a fitting and was shocked by what size I really was.

Ruth said...

Glad you are treesting yourself pedicure - pure luxury and a yummy new bra - really - all that a gilr needs.

Winifred said...

I loved this posting. Made me laugh, what a real tonic. That bra is gorgeous. Have to ask, did you buy the knickers to match?

I think you should change your blog title and photos to incorporate the theme.

I went with my daughter to one of those shops as she has always had problems buying bras. I nearly died at the prices. Have to say there wasn't a single bra in the shop I would have bought. I love to look at the gorgeous colours and frilly edgings but I know I can't wear them. They all had wires and were made of polyester. I just can't hack polyester bras, make me itch and the wires kill me. So boring white for me but cotton wireless bras are getting harder to find.

Keep up the pampering Rudee. You owe it to yourself!

Jane said...

You gave me such a chuckle.....and that bra is AWESOME!!

jeannette said...

My dear girl, although it's a nice cup and I like the color, you call that "the laciest bra"? Come to California, and I'll show you what lacy looks like:)
A bra-fitting they do here now even at big department stores like JC Penny's -that's the first question they ask you...