Fashion Tip Friday {this one's rated}

This is one of those Friday posts....If you're not a woman, you may want to stop here.
I'm going to be a little candid in the name of helping out my fellow brassier wearing audience.
To my own dear husband this subject ranks right up there with a discussion about F.P.'s.
F.P.'s being feminine products for "that time" and I have even heard him call them  "thing-ies"  

So if you are uninterested in "thing-ies", this probably won't be your cup of tea read this fine Friday morn.
(Also, this post may be intermingled with pictures that have nothing to do with anything I'm writing about. ;)

(Like this ^^^...my little nephew Hudson, isn't he just the cutest?!?!)



With that being said...let's move on.

So, in need of a new bra off to Victoria Secret I went.
{with of course an unlimited budget given to by Jeff....
"Buy anything and everything you need or think you will need!" wink, wink he said}

While browsing around the store, this pretty little salesgirl dressed all in black with a measuring tape dangling from her neck starts approaching. I hate this..I already know what she's going to ask and my answer is no.

"Do you need some help with sizing?"
"No thanks, I'm good."

Now let me tell you. I have never been fitted for a bra, nor did I ever want to be!
I have been asked a thousand times by pretty girls dressed all in black.
I had my own theory of what goes on in those dressing rooms and it goes something like me taking my top off for a perfectly formed 19 year old perky girl who has never breastfed a baby in her life!
Not going to happen to this 30 something year old mother of 5.

Nope! Never. No.

But when persistent measuring tape girl roped me in faster than I could flee I found myself stuck in a conversation I didn't want to be a part of. The next thing I knew, the Liz I know, the one who usually doesn't have a problem saying no in situations like this found herself standing in a fitting room wearing a nice little "fitting bra" with a tape measure wrapped around her chest! Yikes!

...but guess what?
It was the BEST thing that could have happened!!! I learned things I didn't know.

First off, I was in the wrong size!
I always thought A,B,C,D went something like small, medium, large, extra large.
That's not how it works. The cup size isn't how much is out, but around.

My new undergarment is so much more comfortable! because it's the right fit.
So worth letting the pretty girl in black size me. and my new size is quite impressive I must say.
It was fun to call my husband and let him know
I had gone down a number and up a couple letters since I'd left the house. ;)

Now if only VS can do something about my thighs......

So today's fashion tip.
Go get fitted! It's not embarrassing at all. They made me feel very comfortable and I was so glad I did it.

Happy Friday.
XxOo