Monday, February 11, 2013

In the Pursuit of new Tata Holders

For the past two going on three years, I have been exercising. It's to the point now I get grouchy if I don't get my exercise fix, although I can't promise I always love it. I have slowly but surely lost around 15 lbs. More importantly, I can pick up 30 lb dog food bags like a rock star and shovel snow without hurting myself.

This slow gradual weight loss has had a price.

Bras. I have gone through boob slingers like it's going out of style.

Used to be they would wear out. Now things fall out and nobody needs to see that.

If I knew someone that needed practically brand new boobie holders, I'd at least not feel so bad, but I'm what you might call large.

Thank you Grandma Skip. She probably weights less than a 100 lbs of which 10 lbs are boobs. I blame those genetics. Better than getting her temper, thank you very much.

In the pursuit of TaTa Holders that would contain the girls, THE MAN and I ended up at Victoria Secret over the weekend. For some reason, the lack of snow actually falling meant everyone headed to the one store I needed to visit.

There was a line for the dressing room four girls deep.

Girls with measuring tapes were running around and throwing bras over the dressing room doors to ladies.

I was measured and given a magic new number and pointed in the general direction of what I thought I wanted. Interestingly enough, the walls in the changing room at Vickys were padded. I think it was meant to be decorative, but in retrospect, it may have been for another reason.

Holed up with new bras, I proceeded to try them out.

Boobs fell out in weird places.

I pressed the buzzer on the wall and some tiny cute 20 something poked her head in. I am pretty sure her tatas were normal sized so I was doubting her abilities to really understand my predicament.

Mitra,what can I help you with?

Um. They are falling out. (are you blind?)

I think you need to measure me again.

They upsized me, downsized me, sideways sized me and finally sent me on my way over to check out with something called full coverage that kinda hurt my feelings.

It was a marathon session of bra trying on and the floor was littered with black bras. There were push up bras, bras with sparkles, bras with gems, bras with padding (as if!) and I had lost count how many I had shoved myself into.

It wasn't pretty and I was starting to feel real mean and ornery. Considered using bras as sling shots and the padded walls were getting on my nerves.

Which brings me around to a business concept that I think would work since I was starting to lose it towards the end.

Victoria Secret needs to have a cocktail lounge associated with their store. THE MAN had reached the tail end of his patience with waiting and could have used a nice glass of wine. He had texted me at some point and asked if the store had eaten me.

I needed a glass of wine myself. I wanted to hurt someone quite possibly by tying one of the measuring tapes around someones face.

I do think they would sell more bras. THE MAN winced at the last TaTa holder with the $50 price tag. Give him a little wine and he'll buy me two and a new pair of silk pjs without a backward glance.

And to the gentleman who was standing in the doorway to the fitting rooms in the middle of my marathon bra trying on session and who may have caught a glimpse of cranky me in a poor fitting black bra, I do apologise. Please take yourself over to the cocktail lounge of the store, have a double  martini on my tab, and wash the horror of it all from your brain.


  1. I'm having the same bra drama here today too. My current bra puckers in the cup, so I went down a cup size only to spill out of it from EVERY angle! So now what?

  2. Oh goodness - bra dilemmas - we all have them! I can only buy bras at one store here and they are called minimizers. They squash them down instead of pushing them out! Whereas my daughter buys the most unbelievably padded creatures imaginable, and goes up an entire size! Glad you eventually found something nice - i hate bits poking out too - should all be full coverage IMO!!

  3. But....did ya get one....or not????!!! Or was that the $50 one??? And THANKS...1st thing Mum asked [aka TOLD] me when she got home last week...I need new bras, & to be fitted. Can you squeeze in time for that at some stage......OMGOSH....sooo...if I have a better experience here, butter up that Man so's you can buy a plane ticket over:):):):):)

  4. I have been putting off the dreaded bra fitting - The Man was very brave accompanying you. Cocktails/wine in shops sound very promising (in the 80's one of our main dept stores was handing out daquiries to all who wished to partake - and yes surprisingly enough, I did!).

    I hope you managed to egt one that fitted in the end xx

  5. Mitra you gave me a smile this morning, love this story as both my daughter and myself have the same problem. I've been known to be measured and purchased a few new bras only to be so uncomfortable that they are still in the drawer. Oh the waste of money, I just can't tell you how much.

  6. Brilliant, brilliant story! Thanks for letting us tag along..and that business concept? I think it's a winner!

  7. I HATE buying bras...but I reckon serving a few cocktails in the dressing rooms would help the process enormously!
    Alison xx

  8. Next lets get our drink on then try on swimsuits! I'll bring tissues (not for stuffing either).


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