Vibing on the nightstand from Yelena Istmal and this sexy number from James of Mohna Lisa Couture. I like the outfit for the very reason that the top does not allow for a sturdy bra and neither can the top itself be used to conceal anyone’s sunglasses, saved chocolate raisins, water bottle, OR their medication.
Life is so full of disappointments.
You finally get to have a purse and you hunt for important things to carry in them… private things that say to yourself mostly … I am now almost a woman. You keep your favourite make-up like this mask from Julie Hasting of White Widow (just one of several choices). And then you realize that everyone is always asking you to carry something for them and you wonder why you never noticed that your mom’s one arm is longer than the other and her whole body kind of tips in that same direction.
So you get a smaller purse and sadly inform the free loaders that there isn’t any room. Of course there is no room for any of those important things you used to carry and so you have to admit that you probably are no longer a woman either.
It is the same with a bra. You want one. You covet them. You steal your grandfather’s and try it on.
You fake sudden breast growth and almost get away with it until one of the socks falls out and you are suddenly a cyboobed teenage girl about to be memorialized on every bathroom wall from here to Mexico.
And then you get one and you never realized you cared so much about breathing. You curse yourself for not appreciating those carefree days when both you and your brother ran topless through the fields. And you learn that while lace and satin are pretty those things planted on your chest have needs .. like sturdy, reinforced containment needs and so you surrender. And then you find yourself tucking extra little things in there … first a hanky, then a roll of money, then a lipstick or two … because there is no room in your tiny purse. It is holding your one spare tampon in a lipstick look alike holder because evidently the shame of admitting we have periods is more than we can yet bare. We just hope people ignore the fact we have 8 children and that they never catch on but that they admire our beautiful lipstick case.
So ya, I like this outfit … there is no room for anything .. not even my breasts … which I am really hopeful might get me a date for New Years because if I have to hang out with a drunk Monkey Come Elfy to ring in the new year … I may start a bonfire with my sturdy bras and accidently throw in some socks … if you know what I mean ….