In my mind I am still 25 and so it is with great astonishment that I find myself with an under wire bra supporting 53 year old breasts. Trust me, that undergarment is working really hard and is a little surprised at itself sometimes.

So I now buy according to the gauge of the wire and totally disregard cup size. And I am shocked! Not that my breasts are 53 years old or that the under wire is eerily similar to the braided wire supporting suspension bridges. No, I am surprised that my vast array of 27 bras have not delivered on their various promises to lift and separate. I am equally surprised that all my wrinkle cremes have also been a bust, no pun intended. We will discuss that sometime later. So here I am: married, mother of three daughters, my own business and a little time on my hands to write a blog. Why? Because I got stuff to say, I know a few things, I’ve done few things, I keep doing them, and this is a way to keep track of them ¬just in case my mind goes and I forget some or all of it. This is me and nothing but me ¬and my under wire which provides immeasurable support -most of the time! The mere idea of a photo attached to this particular blog post was frightening at first but I overcame my fear for art’s sake. You can thank me later for the photo! Ha Ha