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i just spent forever brushing and oiling my hair. I need to trim it, but I’d have to wash it first, and I wanted to oil it and let it stay for a couple of days first. So I brushed it like a zillion strokes to work the oil through and then braided it and did the sew-it-to-my-head-with-ribbon braid crown thing. So, that’s sorted for a bit. Next week sometime I’ll wash it and trim it when it’s wet. I don’t talk much on here about it anymore I don’t think but I was super into the long hair community on LJ and back in the day I used to do all kinds of no-poo experiments. My terminal length appears to be my lower back, more’s the pity, but that’s probably all I could handle anyway. It’s so thin I can’t do any real fancy hairstyles anyway; I keep toying with the idea of buying extensions to play with, or rats, but I never have. Where would I wear such a hairstyle??
(discussion of lingerie behind the cut, I suppose this is all self-care related, if one’s trying to categorize a theme or something here.)
I couldn’t think of what to get my dude for his birthday. It came and went. He gave me a belated Christmas present yesterday, which had arrived after we left, of a piece of lingerie that was billed as one size fits all and of course did not. He was, and this is really adorable, astonished; how can they claim something would fit everyone, when it clearly does not?! Perhaps the cutest part was that in his mind, I’m “normal” sized. “I mean,” he said, “you have big boobs, but the lady in the picture looks like her boobs are big too, so– ??”
“They can call it any size they want,” I told him, which blew his mind. “One size fits all never fits anybody.”
“But how can they call it that??” he wondered.
“They can call it anything they want, there’s no laws,” I said. I did wear it, it did actually go onto my body, it looked very cute if you ignored that the things that were meant to be underwires were really just sort of middlewires. It would look terrible underneath a shirt, but as an outer layer it was fine.
But I’ve spent years in this body, which has only gotten more idiosyncratic as I’ve aged (though thank Christ I finally put on some weight around my ribcage, for a while I had the ribcage of a petite person and literally no other petite parts, and given the insane way lingerie sizing works, I was in 32K bras, which are available precisely nowhere; now that I’m a 36 and can wear 38s, there are actually some commercially-available pieces that fit me), and in those years I’ve gradually acquired some idea of where to look for things. So I went online today and looked around and oh yes. Torrid’s having a sale.
So, for his birthday, I bought myself lingerie I know is going to fit me. Plus-size femmes with full busts, love yourselves and don’t even try overpriced one-size stuff online. I bought this one. I’m a size 2. Yes, even my boobs. (Currently 38H if I can find it, but lately I find myself intolerant of underwires. I don’t need to be that perky.)
It feels a little selfish to buy myself something, but he hates shopping and he mostly doesn’t like getting presents, but he does like my boobs, so.
(I really wanted to buy this and this but I didn’t, so I should get some kind of medal for my personal restraint. I mean, what self-respecting 38-year-old woman doesn’t have a gold-sequined bomber jacket in this year of our lord 2018, but some of us don’t earn much and so must do without, and also I literally just bought myself a faux-fur shrug right before Christmas so I can probably Deal.)
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i just spent forever brushing and oiling my hair. I need to trim it, but I’d have to wash it first, and I wanted to oil it and let it stay for a couple of days first. So I brushed it like a zillion strokes to work the oil through and then braided it and did the sew-it-to-my-head-with-ribbon braid crown thing. So, that’s sorted for a bit. Next week sometime I’ll wash it and trim it when it’s wet. I don’t talk much on here about it anymore I don’t think but I was super into the long hair community on LJ and back in the day I used to do all kinds of no-poo experiments. My terminal length appears to be my lower back, more’s the pity, but that’s probably all I could handle anyway. It’s so thin I can’t do any real fancy hairstyles anyway; I keep toying with the idea of buying extensions to play with, or rats, but I never have. Where would I wear such a hairstyle??
(discussion of lingerie behind the cut, I suppose this is all self-care related, if one’s trying to categorize a theme or something here.)
I couldn’t think of what to get my dude for his birthday. It came and went. He gave me a belated Christmas present yesterday, which had arrived after we left, of a piece of lingerie that was billed as one size fits all and of course did not. He was, and this is really adorable, astonished; how can they claim something would fit everyone, when it clearly does not?! Perhaps the cutest part was that in his mind, I’m “normal” sized. “I mean,” he said, “you have big boobs, but the lady in the picture looks like her boobs are big too, so– ??”
“They can call it any size they want,” I told him, which blew his mind. “One size fits all never fits anybody.”
“But how can they call it that??” he wondered.
“They can call it anything they want, there’s no laws,” I said. I did wear it, it did actually go onto my body, it looked very cute if you ignored that the things that were meant to be underwires were really just sort of middlewires. It would look terrible underneath a shirt, but as an outer layer it was fine.
But I’ve spent years in this body, which has only gotten more idiosyncratic as I’ve aged (though thank Christ I finally put on some weight around my ribcage, for a while I had the ribcage of a petite person and literally no other petite parts, and given the insane way lingerie sizing works, I was in 32K bras, which are available precisely nowhere; now that I’m a 36 and can wear 38s, there are actually some commercially-available pieces that fit me), and in those years I’ve gradually acquired some idea of where to look for things. So I went online today and looked around and oh yes. Torrid’s having a sale.
So, for his birthday, I bought myself lingerie I know is going to fit me. Plus-size femmes with full busts, love yourselves and don’t even try overpriced one-size stuff online. I bought this one. I’m a size 2. Yes, even my boobs. (Currently 38H if I can find it, but lately I find myself intolerant of underwires. I don’t need to be that perky.)
It feels a little selfish to buy myself something, but he hates shopping and he mostly doesn’t like getting presents, but he does like my boobs, so.
(I really wanted to buy this and this but I didn’t, so I should get some kind of medal for my personal restraint. I mean, what self-respecting 38-year-old woman doesn’t have a gold-sequined bomber jacket in this year of our lord 2018, but some of us don’t earn much and so must do without, and also I literally just bought myself a faux-fur shrug right before Christmas so I can probably Deal.)
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Date: 2018-01-04 02:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-01-04 02:45 am (UTC)I am pleased that they have a US site, because the buy-fifteen-of-the-same-bra-and-send-fourteen-back method of fitting was Difficult when you were dealing with transatlantic shipping.
And I did go on a pilgrimage to a Bravissimo when I was in the UK. They happened to have 0 bras in stock to fit me at the one I went to... alas... but Rigby & Peller came through for me. Almost. (I was in the UK for a wedding, and had counted on buying a bra there to fit the dress I brought, and wound up having to make do with safety pins. Very disappointing.)
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Date: 2018-01-04 04:09 am (UTC)I really really don't miss the buy 15 bras and return 14 phase. I ended up doing a pilgrimage to the specialty bra store an hour away and getting fitted by a person who knew what she was doing. (Sadly the lady who owns it isn't hands on any more and the staff knowledge has tanked. Last time I was in they had 2 bras in my size, one beige and one black. I already owned both.)