OK, I’m a shameless hussy of a senior who adores pretty bras and considers her bra wardrobe to be an essential aspect of her style persona. Outwardly, my wardrobe style is neutral, streamlined, and functional, but underneath I’m all about lace, ribbon, color, and matched sets. I’m fine with cleavage, glimpses of lace and ribbon, the hint of nipple under a smooth fabric, and even a bit of movement.
The North American ideal of a smooth, rock-solid, circular, nipple-less mound has never appealed to me, so I stay away from molded foam cups, padding, and minimizer bras. My favourite bras are perfectly fitted, underwire, seamed demi-styles—mainly French—which are supportive enough to wear whIle exercising but comfortable enough to wear while lounging. I now regret I spent so many years wearing those wretched, ill-fitting, cheap, beige, foam cup things during my twenties, thirties, and forties. I thought it was normal to relegate bras to the same utilitarian status as a head of lettuce—necessary, but not very exciting and definitely not worth much of my fashion budget. It took an excellent bra fitting in a small, specialty shop in my mid-fifties help me realize how much a pretty, WELL-FITTED, well-constructed bra could elevate my style emotionally and physically. Since that fitting, I’ve never regretted putting a sizeable chunk of my fashion budget into my bras.
I was a late bloomer, but I have no hesitation now pledging my allegiance to Team Pretty when it comes to my undies.