so, i didn't realize how silly "bra fitting event" would sound. like, yes, because i am going to get a bra, it is an EVENT now. i was actually invited to stop over to the london hotel yesterday for a wacoal event - er, happening? gathering? bra fitting. . . extravaganza? they had experts on hand to size you up and recommend some bras that work best for your figure. i was actually really excited to do this, so i rsvp'd to the event even though i wouldn't know anyone there, which i NEVER do because i am waaay to awkward to be on my own anywhere, much less surrounded by LINGERIE, but i braved the rain and went for it because my chest is a source of constant irritation for me.
and, as it turned out, i've been wearing the wrong size all along. sue, my very sweet and helpful bra expert, measured me and recommended a couple of bras (one of which they are sending to my apartment! full disclosure) and showed me a few things you should look for when fitting - you want it to be good and snug (should fit pretty tightly on the tightest setting) because the elastic will stretch out over time, and that way it'll fit better longer; the wire should go all around your breast tissue, encompassing the whole, um, breast; the little part in the middle should lay flat on your breastbone. i wear a pretty unusual size, and it is usually impossible to find bras in my cup size that are in any way pretty or decorative, but wacoal has lots of colors and designs that are actually really beautiful and rather vintage inspired. i always dress to minimize my chest as much as possible, and it was really helpful to get some tips on how to properly contain my ladies. i'll leave it at that. they did ply me with a glass of white wine, but i wouldn't bother writing about it if i wasn't truly impressed - the bras were beautiful, affordable, and fit INFINITELY better than the victorias secret bras i've been wearing for years. check 'em out.
anyway! after the event i'd been planning on meeting up with some friends for clueless in the park, but it was rained out (and my original plans, that i'd actually forgotten about, with some other friends got rescheduled,) so i just headed home to meet our new couch. it's our first piece of real-live-grown-up furniture, that didn't come from sam's parents or ikea, and i'm pretty enamored.
the pants are some wide-legged rodebjers that i bought on crazy sale about three years ago and never really wore, because they were awkwardly wide and awkwardly short, so i turned 'em into some super skinny pants and like 'em much better this way.
necklace: leif (it looks like they don't carry it anymore, but i did spot something very similar, that must be the same designer, on anthropologie's website recently)
pants: repurposed rodebjer
when i walked in the door, soaking wet, sam announced that he'd gotten a netflix specially for me - a film starring, he said, my favorite actor of all time. i drew a total blank. i'm not really someone who has "favorite celebrities" - i could give you a short list of cute dudes, for sure, but the only actor i've really had a thing for was will smith, way back when i was in middle school. i bought 'big willy style' right when it came out and i'm pretty sure i went as far as to pre-order 'willenium.' i was GOING to say i'd purchased his entire discography, but clearly my fan knowledge has slipped as he apparently was still coming out with albums after i graduated from high school. i can only imagine how fantastic those must be.
so, yeah, he'd rented seven pounds, a slow, meandering, in my opinion downright boring and cliched movie that we couldn't even make it all the way through. it was a sweet gesture, though.
how was your night?