Bra hunting in Spain + Oysho Bralette & Leggings Reviews

I’m going to try something a little different for this post. I recently got back from a visit Spain, and while I visit the country fairly often, until now I’ve never had a chance to go bra or lingerie shopping when I’ve been there as my itinerary is usually packed, which is another way of saying that I hardly ever get a moment to myself to just go browsing for pretty things. This time I managed to sneak away for a couple hours to see what I could find. Continue reading “Bra hunting in Spain + Oysho Bralette & Leggings Reviews”

Store Review: Helen of Troy Bras, Long Island, NY

It may surprise many people to learn that NY is not an endless treasure trove of amazing lingerie shopping destinations for fuller bust brands. There are a handful of lingerie stores in Manhattan and Brooklyn, and that is not a lot for a big city that is supposed to have everything. Once you get about 20 minutes outside of the “city”, options dwindle rapidly. Head east, and you’ll find yourself in another world entirely. Looking for bras on Long Island is especially disappointing because, despite some of the largest concentrations of malls and luxury shopping in America, there is a baffling paucity of lingerie retailers catering to non-matrix cup and band sizes.

I found out about Helen of Troy Bras when I was passing through NY on a visit about a year and a half ago. I should interject briefly here that Long Island’s privately owned boutiques are, well … hit or miss. Having already had terrible experiences elsewhere, I was hesitant to try a new shop. Helen of Troy Bras was a bit of a drive from where I was visiting. Would it be worth it? Continue reading “Store Review: Helen of Troy Bras, Long Island, NY”

Why this blog?

I used to hate bras. Lots of women that I knew and met also hated bras. Bra shopping devastated us. And our common bra hatred united us.

From the time I was a teenager, I can remember trying on bras for hours and hours until there were none left untried on the rack. I would leave the stores in tears. I was told by expert fitters after exhausting sessions with a tape measure and overflowing cups that they couldn’t help me. Friends remarked that it was strange that I couldn’t find a bra that fit me right. After all, they agreed, bras were meant to be uncomfortable.

So I settled on a poor fit, and even the bras I bought and convinced myself that I liked, I actually hated. Continue reading “Why this blog?”