Surfing in Cornwall with Boyd and Alex was ace, we had the absolute best time and I am so grateful for having such wonderful siblings who are hilarious. I'm pretty sure I have stronger "abs" because of them making me laugh until I cry.
Last week also saw some great catch ups with friends and a trip to Soul Survivor in Shepton Mallet, a great Hen Do and a yummy meal with some family friends.
As lovely as it was to spend time with everyone, I have a small confession. I don't know if you've heard of Myers Briggs or personality tests similar to it, but I did one on a leadership course once and came out with I/E, N, F, J.*
I wouldn't say I'm a massive introvert, but I think the older I get the more I realise I need 'alone time.' Which is sometimes hard to justify, it's not that I don't enjoy spending time with friends and family. BUT, there comes a point when I just need to be alone to rejuvenate. I am so happy chilling out by myself, going for a walk, spending a morning watching rubbish TV, reading or dancing around to music.
After such a busy few weeks I REALLY needed to have alone time. Yet in my wisdom, I decided to do something which no one who a) needs alone time and b) has issues with personal space, should do.
I went bra shopping.
Apologies to any guys reading this who may not be able to relate, but maybe this will enlighten you to the ordeal that women have to go through for buying underwear.
Sunday saw me head off to Brent Cross in search of a couple new bras or as come might call them, pretty chest harnesses.
There is a lot that goes into a bra: cup size, chest size, lace, no lace, t-shirt bra, frilly bra, underwired, straps, strapless, colour, this list goes on... So you want to make sure that the one that you like fits you, and to do this, you sometimes need to get measured. You've got to check everything in the general chest area is in order.
So this Sunday saw me standing pretty exposed in the changing room whilst some lady with uber cold hands measured, scrutinised my chest and gave me a long list of what I should be looking for in a bra.
Jeepers, how wrong can you go?
Why?
Busty women can back me up here, but not only do your bras end up feeling like impressive structures attached by a few hooks in order to ensure as little movement as possible, but being busty can be downright annoying...- Running down stairs without a bra, hurts. The 'boob hold' is a must if this is to occur.
- Trampolining without a sports bra is a definite no go, unless you want to knock yourself out with your chest.
- Sleeping on your front, it just doesn't really work so well...
- Tops that are made for people with no bust, meaning you have to get a top that's two sizes bigger to fit your chest, which doesn't fit anywhere else. Sad times.
- Bikinis are like trying to navigate a minefield. Guaranteed the small triangles sold in shops like Topshop or Zara will leave very, very little to the imagination.
To be fair, on the bright side being curvy should also be celebrated. Having shape can definitely be a positive!
I should probably remind myself of that on days when I decide to go bra shopping. Whilst on Sunday I was close to leaving empty handed and deciding to instead try gaffa taping my chest (I know, it was a low point), today I am pleased I went through the bra ordeal and ended up with some great underwear.
Oh and I am feeling pretty fabulous... because today I had the day to myself!
Plans had been made, plans fell through, but the saving grace was having hours of alone time. I watched netflix, I took Benji for a walk, I chatted to Benji about life, I started reading 'The kite runner' (which is excellent by the way) and I feel WONDERFUL.
Here's to recharging the batteries, taking on 'bra women' in changing rooms and ending up happier for it!
Have a great week.
*Introvert/Extrovert, Intuition, Feeling, Judgement- interesting test, check it out.
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