My blog entry for Week 34 is going to be short and sweet (like me…minus the sweet part, according to my husband and arguably many others). Most of you have probably figured out by now that I’m more modest than Erin. Those of you who know both of us surely know this. And those of you who just know Erin could likely guess this.
Be that as it may, I was game for most of Week 34’s outing to Wizard of Bras, a beat-up little shop in Monrovia – a shop that has been profiled on a number of TV shows for its knack to be able to identify the perfect size and type that’s going to make you look perky when gravity dictates otherwise. My issue was not in getting measured and sized for bras. I know as well as anyone how important it becomes to have really great bras when you’re dragging your feet to stay in your 40’s. No, mine was in the picture taking, a must for our “We Never” posts.
Getting to the point, I gave in as you can all see. First time ever (and I’m sure last), a picture in my bra. I know – it’s just like a bikini (which as an aside no one will be seeing me photographed in a bikini anytime soon either). But I’m somehow psychologically blocked from allowing anyone to ever photograph me in my underwear. Oh well, here we go – it’s all about firsts, right?