. . . the salesgirl, Diane, advised me in the dressing room of the Town Shop.
I was there to supplicate myself to the gods of women's brazeers. This boutique is famous for changing lives by showing women the error of their ill-fitting bra, and procuring the perfect match.
"There, now good. Lift up the headlights. Shake it out. Good!"
As it turns out, my old brazeer was 2 inches too big. In search of ultimate comfort, I sacrificed utility. That might explain why I've been looking so obscene lately. After seeing the video of the Pete's gig, the 'before' pictures in the Anna Nicole Smith TrimSpa subway ad have taken on a particularly haunting quality.
The prices were decent -- standard retail -- and I also scored a cutie pair of Gum Drop boypants panties.
So now I'm armed and dangerous.
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