|I would totally buy this bra from anthropologie if it came in my size.|
Last night I was thumbing through New York Magazine's bridal section when I came across this interview with Lorin Kaplan, the co-founder of Bra*Tenders, a nothing-but-undergarments specialty shop in Midtown that caters to "regular" gals as well as the various undergarment needs of the theatre district.
I'm going to undersell my feelings for Bra*Tenders because I'm not one for hyperbolizing: BRA*TENDERS CHANGED MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE AND WAS THE SINGLE BEST STORE VISIT AND SUBSEQUENT PURCHASE I HAVE EVER MADE IN MY ENTIRE LIFE EVER.
The first time I went to Bra*Tenders I was 26 years old, engaged and in search of the perfect bra to go with my wedding dress, which I'd finally found and purchased (on sale, no less....huzzah!) and which you can find pictures of here. I made an appointment, jumped on the subway with my dress in tow and trekked to Bra*Tenders' sixth floor showroom for what was to become the best thing to happen to my boobs since puberty.
See, until then, I'd been naively bouncing from mall bra to mall bra, completely unaware that there were sizes that existed beyond what was offered at Victoria's Secret (who I'm totally not hating on - they "liked" my bow bun tutorial on Pinterest, so we're basically best friends for life). Even though I was relatively thin at the time, I still had a proportionally ample bosom which I inherited from a long line of busty broads before me. Ignorant to the wonders a good bra, I would shove my poor boobs into any scrap of lace I found with the letter D on it (whether they liked it or not) and hope for the best.
That all changed in the dressing room of Bra*Tenders. The sales woman gave me a once over, did a quick measure and declared me a size I asked her to repeat at least twice. I'm going to speak in girl code here, because I don't really want to publish my (former) bra size on the internet, so take the number of days in the month of May, add one, and then take the first letter of the little girl who lives at the Plaza and put two of them next to the number. Two.
Because what I learned is that cup size isn't really a stand-alone measurement, meaning all "B"s aren't created equal - your cup size is proportional to the measurement of your back (hence the quote from Lorin about how women come in with big boobs and small backs. She's sending me a secret message that says, "Chrissann, you're welcome").
Fast forward six years and two kids later, and my sweater puppies are now more like sweater dogs. No, they aren't sniffing out bombs in Afghanistan or leading the blind around New York City, but they've worked hard over the years. So to reward them (and myself), in another few pounds I'll make yet another Bra*Tenders appointment. After all, we all deserve a little lift now and then.