If you take sexual advantage of her, you're going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater.

Book ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


Natter 69: Practically names itself.  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Steph L. - Dec 31, 2011 7:44:27 am PST #13759 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

Steph, I went to Knickers in Hyde Park Square.

I've heard good stuff about them. I'll have to check them out.


§ ita § - Dec 31, 2011 7:51:13 am PST #13760 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

My favorite of the 2 I bought was $75.

At the store I go to, I automatically send back everything they give me to try over $100. However good those will make my breasts look, I can do without. However, if they're also incredibly comfortable, I will just have to weep and move on.

The difference between these and the Wacoals that used to fit is that I no longer look like I'm wearing a nursing bra all the time. Which, is seriously good.

My sister has bigger boobs than I have, and a slender frame, but her bras are all prettier than mine. I'm not sure how she manages that.


Scrappy - Dec 31, 2011 8:00:55 am PST #13761 of 30001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

I have been wearing these most of the time: [link] They sell them at Walgreens for cheap and they have a cup insert if you want it to have more coverage. No more underwires!

Of course, I am so lazy that on skating days I wear a sports bra under my work clothes so I have less to change when I get to the rink. [link]


§ ita § - Dec 31, 2011 8:25:08 am PST #13762 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I get way too much Genie spam to consider actually buying the product. Because I'm bitter, way bitter. Also, does a L really fit a 32 rib cage? That's a lot of dependency on elastic to span all those rib and cup dimensions in one size. I'm conventionally attached to my more tailored support. Also, never had a problem with underwire. Cheerfully wear it all the time. These girls like to move around. Infrastructure is important, or I can't even use the stairs in polite mixed company.


amyth - Dec 31, 2011 8:28:25 am PST #13763 of 30001
And none of us deserving the cruelty or the grace -- Leonard Cohen

Ack, Calli, hope you feel better! I guess this means we may not see you tonight?


le nubian - Dec 31, 2011 8:30:42 am PST #13764 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."

I think that slideshows, to increase page counts, in place of having images and text together on one page is one of the worst practices on the internet.

I think I would rather be rickrolled than deal with this bullshit.


SuziQ - Dec 31, 2011 8:49:12 am PST #13765 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

Babysitting the dojo kids again. The 3 year old brought a recorder with him. He is so lucky I don't have a headache or that recorder would be meeting an ugly end.

We have a huge blanket fort and the almost 1 year old is quite delighted in destroying it. Less than 2 hours to go. I wish I had a project to work on with them, I wasn't organized ahead of time this weekend.


Amy - Dec 31, 2011 8:53:07 am PST #13766 of 30001
Because books.

At Friday's with my book while Sara and the ndighbor kids see We Bought a Zoo. It doesn't suck so far.


Lee - Dec 31, 2011 8:55:39 am PST #13767 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

-t is on her way here, and then we are going to Home Depot.

Wheee.


§ ita § - Dec 31, 2011 8:59:39 am PST #13768 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Well, isn't that peachy keen. Due entirely to my own swiss cheese brain, my rental car has been broken into and my work laptop has been stolen. I am *so* fucked, I don't have the English for it. So fucked. Oh, god.