Oprah Changed My Life (or at least my rack)

I don't care what you say. Oprah rules. The other night after the Christmas festivities, my mother-in-law and I (and Robbie--uh, Expiration Date Guy*-- for about half of it, and my father-in-law for about thirty seconds until he gagged and left the room) watched a TiVo'd Oprah on how to get bras and jeans that fit.

Jeans I'm not so bad with because Stacey London is my hero and, as far as I'm concerned, everything that comes out of her mouth is gospel truth. So I've learned a few things about jeans along the way. But they don't talk about bras too much on What Not to Wear, so that was a new thing for me.

So since, according to Oprah, 8 out of 10 women are wearing the wrong size bra, I tootled off to Nordstrom and pretended to browse. Instantly (and this is why Nordstrom can charge so darn much for their bras), a sales associate walked over to me and offered to do a fitting for me. So apparently I am one cup size bigger than I thought I was. Fine by me. So, ahem, instead of buying a $60 brazier at Nordstrom like I should have, since the sales lady was so nice, I slunk off with a guilty expression on my face and hit the Victoria's Secret sale. I know, I suck. But I now have exactly two bras that are the right size. It's so 5.

Anyway, the moral of the story is that Bras That Fit Are Good. In case you didn't get that.

I think I scared away half of our readership with that story. Sorry Bryn.

*Expiration Date Guy totally doesn't roll off the tongue as it should. Neither does Orange Car Guy. We must strive to Do Better.