Well at least I found it amusing.
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Many moons hither, a friend - to my delight - gave me a present of a bra, one which was designed to assist with what would otherwise be an atypical flatness for a female. I loved the curves this bra gave me.
Somehow, it ended up at the back of the drawer and the white straps were gently fading into yellow, and one of the hooks of the hook and eye pair needed sewing back on on one side, and so on and so forth. So said bra gradually dropped from my list of favourites - plus it didn't really sit well with the prosthetics I eventually summoned up both the courage and the dosh to buy.
So, today, I was cleaning out some drawers and found it again. A swift (very crude) few stitches fixed the hook and I wore it again, certainly the first time for a good five years.
It is cold today, so I had on a camisole and a see-through (ish) top, a skirt and hold-ups and panties.
I was working in the kitchen (making a basil mayo to have with the two dozen fresh prawns I shall grill later) when I had to go to the loo.
When I got there, I noticed in the mirror a funny damp patch on my top. Further investigation showed that the cami was adhering to my upper body and the top was just picking up the moisture from this.
I was confused.
I hadn't been working THAT hard in the kitchen so why was I sweating?
Then it occurred to me that I was sweating only on one side - my left.
How exceedingly strange.
Maybe I had been standing in the steam stream from stabilising the basil? But the hob I had been using was on the right.
Hmmmmmmm.
Very very strange.
And then the penny dropped!
The left-hand cup of my oil-filled bra was slowly leaking. I had a sheen of fine oil spreading slowly down my body under my left breast.
Bra is now in the rubbish; top, cami, skirt and knickers in the wash basket and a new entry on my shopping list.
Oh well.
Back to drab.
And I laughed, and laughed and laughed.