As fads come and go, we as women, often will embark on the bus, and go along.
This was all about new bras. We went a whole group from work to get fitted.
They were uplifting to say the least. And very heavy material, and pricey !
The numbers and letters were not flattering. I was an " i " cup. (I would say it in french, so it sounded better.)
The day came when my mom got hers. She put it on, and she looked a bit like madonna.
A rodeo bra, you could say... "round them up and point them out !"
She told the story the next day... how she put on a tight fitting sweater, and walked into the living room, hoping to get a reaction from my father.
He looked at her and said...
" You look like the Cat ferry coming into the harbour!"