Ski-jump boobs

Had a fab day shopping yesterday with two good friends, L and M.  There's nothing quite like wandering round shops and sitting gossiping over coffee.

L loves nice lingerie.  Everything she buys is gorgeous, from proper well-known bra manufacturers like Playtex, and usually in matching sets - unlike mine which tend to be whatever greyish bobbly bra comes to hand, along with a generic black thong.  But I need new bras, so while M stood and watched tolerantly, L and I rushed round the lingerie department comparing sale prices and waving brightly coloured scraps at each other saying "Do you like this one?  What about this one?"

 I used to be a 36B.  At least, I thought I did, until I went into a proper lingerie shop aged around 26, and found I was actually a 34D.  Then I got pregnant, and my sizes went haywire while I breastfed, and finally settled into a 34DD.  Thirteen years later, I've been wearing a 34DD all the time, even though my weight has yo-yo'd from 10st to 12st5lb.  I recently dropped just over a stone, and my bras just don't seem to fit right, so I decided to treat myself.  I went out last week and tried a few bras on, and figured I was probably a 32E, but couldn't find any decent ones.

But here, in this lovely lingerie department, with a nice helpful lady assistant, I went to town and tried on loads of bras.  None of them fitted 'right'.  One in particular looked exceptionally odd - the tips of my boobs pointed upwards, exactly like the end of a ski jump!  I stuck my head out of the cubicle and called M over, and both her and the assistant stared at my boobs.  I looked like Madonna in her cone corset.  But then... I found the right bra.  I really liked this one design, but the closest they had to my size was a 32F.  I figured I'd try it anyway... and it fitted.  Like, really REALLY fitted.  I called the assistant, and she had a tug and a pull and a poke and declared it perfect.

So I am now officially a 32F.  Bloody hell, I'm never going to be able to buy cheap bras again, am I?  Perhaps I can persuade S that buying expensive lingerie for me is a Good Thing...