All You Ever Wanted to Know About My Undergarments: A Review of My Free Wacoal Bra

About a month ago, the people from Wacoal invited me and some other blogging types to an event where we drank cocktails and had our boobs measured.  As you may recall, because you keep these kinds of details about me committed to memory, I found out at the event that I was wearing a bra two cup sizes too small.  The people from Wacoal were kind enough to send me a free bra in the correct size.

I feel a little bit bad for the PR people at Wacoal, because bloggers just aren't going to take the kind of photos at a bra event that they would at an event promoting some other product.  At the other blogger events I've been to, people are frantically snapping away pictures, but of course that would be inappropriate in a room full of underwear, where people are individually whisked away to get their breasts measured behind closed doors.  Bras are tricky to promote like that.

But I looked up the bra they sent me, and it turns out it's a $65 bra, and so I figured in exchange for their generosity I would step out of my comfort zone and take some photographs.  First, two important points:

Important Point #1: The Wacoal people did not, in any way, ask/encourage/pressure/cajole me to write this post.


Important Point #2: They're not those kinds of photographs.

Behold, a full-frontal bra view:

The front has a cute little decorative doodad: 

And this is the back view:

Life has improved tremendously since I got the right size bra.  The straps are very comfortable, and this is easily the nicest bra I've ever owned.  I'm not even going to put it in the dryer!  (And, as my mom will tell you, not putting it in the dryer is kind of huge for me, because I put everything in the dryer, including all my other bras.) 

The bra fitter started to fill out the order form to indicate I would be getting the default beige color, but I asked if I could have black instead.  For the entirety of my teenage years, I insisted on white bras and that was it.  The beige color seemed too old-ladyish, and black was too racy.  I don't think I bought a bra in any color besides white until I was about 21.  And even then, I didn't see the point of cutesy little details like the ribbon and pearly beads.  It's your underwear, for crying out loud.  (I know, wouldn't you just love to be married to me?) 

But nowadays my life is kind of dull, and I usually wear schlubby-looking outergarments, so I take pretty details in any way I can get them.  Wacoal had so many cute little undergarments at their event, with pretty embroidery and fun details. 

So, in conclusion, I say, Mom, you can relax.  I finally understand the point of having nice undergarments, and the point of caring for them correctly. 

And, Wacoal, thank you!