So you may have noticed that there are some Extremely low cut shirts out this summer. It's not that they're cut for a lot of cleavage. If anything, the opposite. There's a lot of fabric and it drapes well. But at the end of the day, the low point is just north of your navel.
Of course, online and in catalogs, these beach-dreaming wisps of comfort are all modeled by young ladies with very little in the boobage department (and can I just say yea! for every little difference embraced by the marketing Nazis), and so no bra need show, as no bra is required. (Same as some of the cut out backs I've seen.)
My very own navel-gazer arrived last week, but I haven't left the house since. (Surgery recovery is taking longer than I expected.) My only goal today was pick Abby up from school. Seemed a perfect time to try the new shirt.
Nude colored bra, with a low v in the front. I was good to go. Until the wind...
Suddenly the extra fabric was a kite. A kite flying into my armpit in the preschool parking lot.
I was thanking the god of underwires that I had the bra, because the whole left side of my shirt was MIA. I got myself fixed up, but not before five or six other parents got a nice peek at the slutty mom show.
Oh well, lesson learned. And Donny, are you okay staying home with Abby on Thursday? I've got a date.
Friday, June 19, 2015
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