Can I Get A Little Support Here Please?

We have been taking a bit of a break from wedding planning for the past few weeks. I am so relieved because it is such an emotionally draining way to spend the weekend. Either we would find a place that I would think was very appropriate and nice (not to mention reasonably priced) and Kristen would totally diss it, or she would fall in love with a place and John and I would have to crush her dreams by telling her that yes, spending 25,000 dollars on a reception is a just a tiny little bit out of our price range. Right now we are hoping that maybe Duke Gardens will work out, unless we get up the courage to search out a few more spots. But I have lost my focus on finding a place as it has become clear to me while in engaged on a search of my own that I may not even be able to attend the wedding. I am referring to my search for a new bra. Every day for months now I have had to spend precious time in the mornings burrowing madly into the depths of my underwear drawer hoping that somehow while I was sleeping a bra that: A)fits me, B)is comfortable, and C)isn't completely worn out, would magically appear. So I began the search while Christmas shopping when I noticed that there was a wire poking me under the arm. Confident that I could quickly purchase a new bra of the same style and size I had been so overjoyed to have discovered several years ago, I breezed into the Belks lingerie department. But alas the style I am searching for is nowhere to be seen. Overwhelmed by the vast array of bra displays stretching from floor to ceiling along 3 walls (Minimizer? Deep V? Convertable? Padded? Thick Strap?? Quilted?? Flexi-Stretch??? Multi-Lingual??? Ok, so I made that last one up, but judging by the amount of bra styles available I wouldn't be surprised if it really did exist), I decided that I didn't have time to find gifts for everyone else I was shopping for and find the bra I was looking for in the same day. Nobly I decided that the Christmas gifts were a higher priority than the state of my bust. So fast forward to January. While waiting for Caitlin to spend some of her gift cards I decided to delve back into the lingerie department and find my bras. So I found the brand and the fabric, but in dismay could not find the right style. It never fails, I find something I really like and the stores stop carrying it. With a feeling akin to doom I select 6 bras of various sizes and styles and make my way into the changing room. Well something malevolent is obviously going on in the bra industry because NONE of them fit!!! The shoulder straps are too short, my breasts are falling out of the tops, and there is NO WAY I am a bigger size. I mean, we're already talking about DD, and I am just not THAT big!!! In disgust I leave the bras in a heap on a chair and stomp angrily back out to the displays only to have Caitlin phone me that she is done and can we please hurry home as she is hungry. Gladly I leave the bras behind and head to the car positve that I can feel the old bra I am wearing disintegrating as I go. For the next few weeks, unwilling to face the fact that I may be a different size after all I find myself wearing old sport bras, the uncomfortable bra that rubs against my ribcage, the bra that is too small and digs into my back and the one that feels like I am not wearing a bra - and not in a good way. I am also painfully (and I mean that literally) aware that unless I find a bra that fits, there is no way I will be able to even attempt to shop for a dress that I could wear to the wedding.
Then while at the mall one more time I decide to give it one last try. Now that the spring fashions will have come in maybe the right bra will be in stock. Or maybe I have somehow unaccountably shrunk, or maybe the labels were all wrong last time. I try to be optimistic as I pick out 4 that are close to the style I like (which still isn't available). But this time it is worse. Even with a bigger band size it is like trying to stuff a pillow into a wine glass. I don't know, is it my age?? Does everything change when you are 48 and a half?? I give up, and leave the bra aisles for the last time. I am despairing now, thinking that the only way I will be able to dress properly for the wedding will involve duct tape.
Bit then while thinking about writing this blog I have an idea - look for the bra online!!!! (Duh!) I type in "Champion Everyday Double-Dri" and voila! Not only do I find quite a few options, but they are even ON SALE!!! Oh happy day! Or as my mom says, "oh joy unbounded!" I quickly order 2 in my same old size, and they arrive 4 days later . . . and they FIT! Double D Joy Unbounded!! I am so happy to feel better and look better, the whole world looks brighter with the right bra.
Now I can hold my head (and my chest) up high again! And it feels so good to finally have some good bras that I have almost forgotten about my biggest shopping fear - trying to find a dress for me to wear at Kristen's wedding. But surely it can't be any harder than trying to find the bra . . . . can it??