So, Lane Bryant rocks my socks.
I was lucky enough to stop in yesterday and have a convo with the very nice gal behind the counter about my needs, my boobs, and my needs for my boobs. No more for TTC the tedious and unglam habit of shoving my girls into non-wired salmon/white/black/beige colored pockets that hurt my shoulders and give me all the sexiness of a pair of torn grey sweatpants. No more squeezing into a DDD and being in denial because I don’t want to wait to mail order the right size.
Hel-LO blue lace F Cup balconette. I love you. You make me look sexy. Picture text messages of my wearing of you in the dressing room directly contributed to the surprise 4am hot and heavy sex session from my darlin. And for that alone, you were worth that $40 bucks.

-TTC





