Ahoy hoy lovelies. Got a lot of stuff on the go this weekend - including de-lining a pair of RTW pants (the seamstress wanted 35 bucks?!), making a new McCall's 6844 (to suit my latest alterations) and organizing the bras I've either never worn (or rarely wore) for another little bra sale.
More on bras to come but I do want to say that I'm not selling for profit. This is about making sure that great bras - which don't suit me - find wonderful new homes in which to thrive. I'll charge 5-10 bucks per bra, depending on wear and pedigree, (which is simply to make it worth my effort to get my ass to the post office) and the actual cost of packaging/shipping (which will not marked up). You should know, however, that depending on where you are, that shipping could easily run 15 bucks because I live in a country with a stupid postal service that obviously doesn't care about survival.
A propos of this, I'm on a mission (and it's not pretty) to divest myself of any lingerie that no longer works either because of size (I've decided to buy 34 bands for the foreseeable future because my body just can't manage a snug band at this point, without triggering pain. I have many 32 bras that still work with extenders (or because the bands were never snug 32s), but the tight ones are on the chopping block.) I've also thrown out every pair of undies that doesn't fit perfectly. And that's more than I'd like to admit. No question, my body is different now than it was 2 years ago. It's not fatter, per se, but it's not as small. My midsection has expanded, despite careful eating and exercise. And I'm not going to shove myself into things that don't fit perfectly - especially underwear! These days, it's impossible not to dwell on body image, vis a vis mid to late-stage perimenopause, and I'm sure there's a post in it - if not 5. Truth is, I'm so confused by it (in some ways), that I'd prefer not to entertain the subject.
Not to mention that one does begin to adjust to the new landscape. You cannot remember who you were at 22 (even if you think you do). You don't remember every supple curve, skin tension, clarity, bounce and fullness. Sure, I know that I'm not as I was (or as I might be if my livelihood depended on being stridently slim). I mean, I changed substantively at 30, for having had a baby - never to return to my pre-maternal shape - but I regained equilibrium and, in some ways, became more physically attractive than I had been before. I just wonder how this will all reflect itself in my latest meaningful female life transition.
Anyhow, that's what's on my agenda, given gloomy weather which is - to its credit - super warm (8C). Stay tuned for more.
Today's questions: When's the last time you went through your bra and undies stash to determine what simply isn't going to work anymore? How often do you do this and under what circumstances. I do it at least once a year - though I have to say, I don't usually cull as much as I've done this go round. How do feel if you discover that your body has changed and your lingerie wardrobe isn't working? Gotta admit, there's a part of me that's sad (because I've loved my bras or because I don't like the direction of change) and another part that says - bring it on, more bras to replace the old ones!, more chances to see myself anew. At any rate, let's talk!