Jane Russell and Bunny Ears!

Yes, this should be my worst problem, the strapless bra. As the heat of summer descends I would like to wear a light and airy frock, which necessitates this very annoying undergarment.  We can put a man on the moon, but a comfy strapless bra, not so much.  There are hoards of long flowing dresses, some with multiple straps going hither and thither and strapless dresses, thus the need for the strapless brassiere.

Is it really too much to ask for a bra that doesn't push your sides in like a vice, or the softer versions, that slowly slide down your midriff until your breasts rest comfortably on top?  I'm no Jane Russell in that department, (Google, young ones).  So, what do those who are more well endowed do?  And if you don't have this problem you are probably the same people who could not fathom how I left the house without my bra on a few months back.

Today I was indulging in a little retail therapy in the Lilly store and I mentioned how cute the sales girl's top was.  "You should try it on!"  I shook my head, "I would have to wear a strapless bra, which I am trying to avoid at all costs."  In her cute as a button, lilting southern accent she replied, "Oh, I don't wear strapless bras, they hurt, I just tuck the straps in on my regular bra.  See, you should try it."

Hmmmm...I was wearing a sleeveless top, with my bra straps playing peek-a-boo.  As I waited in the empty housewares department of Bloomingdale's, I quickly slipped my straps off and into the sides of my bra before the sales woman returned.

Why, this is fantastic, I thought to myself, and so comfortable.  As I took my purchase and smugly glided down the escalator a few shoppers gave me the "once over."  They must be admiring my new Lilly scarf, until I looked at my reflection as I landed on the second floor.  My straps were hanging out the back, like two little bunny ears, one on the right, one on the left. Oh goodness!  I tried to push them in with little success.  I could have slipped into a fitting room I suppose, but the damage was done. Flip flop, flip flop, they went, all the way to the car. 

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