The burning of purses....
I have never really been a purse lady. Oh, I have had my share of purses since I was a preteen but I have never been true to the purse. One year a friend gave me the neatest wallet purse a woman could ever ask for and I wore it out. It was small, but not too small. It held my check book, a pen, bank cards, lipstick, glasses and my keys. I have never found one of similar quality to this day.
After the demise of this wonderful little carrying apparatus, I took to asking friends to hold my lipstick or keys or ID. Then one day I decided to stuff my money in my bra along with my lipstick. WOW, I was liberated from the need of other people's pockets.
Then along came babies. I dreaded dragging around a large diaper bag with things I didn't think I would use for a trip to Wal Mart. So even with the triplets, we used a small diaper bag (the one they send you home with from the hospital). It carried three bottles (with formula powder in it ready for water to be added), six diapers and a pack of travel wipes. I felt that if we needed a change of clothes, maybe that was the point we needed to just head home. So for several years, the triplets and I enjoyed shopping at Wal Mart with freshly stained clothes from what ever lunch adventure we just had.
When #4 came along, I don't really remember carrying a diaper bag. I am sure I did but just having one baby, come on, that is a walk in the park. I was able to breastfeed him so there was no need for bottles, maybe just a diaper or two and wipes. He really didn't have a need for toys because the triplets always entertained him. #4 was almost not even like having a baby. But that is another posts on having multiples plus one.
I digress...so for years I would sneak and hide or put what ever was needed in my bra and feel carefree of the worry of a purse. I think my husband has had mixed feelings. He liked the idea of not carrying my lipstick but to be around while I was digging for it in my chest was a little embarrassing. I, too, tried to hide when I had to dig.
Then one day I was with my cousin at a cash register and without flinching, she dug around for her cash in her bra and gave it to the cashier. Again, the feeling of liberation came over me that I too could proudly dig in my bra for my necessities of life without shame.
So from that point on I stuffed anything that would fit in my bra and felt good about it.
I bring this subject up because yesterday I was walking into Wal Mart and was not wearing an outfit with pockets, I had no purse, and no children with me that had pockets that could be in charge of the car keys. So I stuffed my very small wallet in one side and cell phone on the other side. Then I thought, I could put the remote from my keys where the uderwires meet in the middle and let the keys hang over (under my shirt). I tried it and wow! I marched empty handed into Wal Mart and dug what I needed to out at the register. Yes, my boob did ring once and I feel a little like Get Smart when I pull the phone out of my bra. And yes, I have friends who joke about my boobs ringing or vibrating (if I am in the movies or at work).
Ok, get to the point Stacy...the point is, I chuckled at myself yesterday because I thought of a whole generation of women who burned their bra as a sign of liberation yet I feel liberated being able to wear a bra and stuff it with anything I please, including my boobs. If I was one who didn't care to wear a bra out in public (mind you at home I have no need to hold money or my ID near my person) then I guess I would have to stuff things under my bra-less boobs. As you know with age, things go south. But despite the direction my boobs insist on going, a bra brings them back up to attention and offers me lots of "pockets". And as long as you are not wearing a clingy shirt, no one will really notice until your left boob rings or you are paying at the checkout.
Just a rambling I wanted to share.
PS I do have a neat little pocket purse my friend made me for when my bra becomes overloaded.
After the demise of this wonderful little carrying apparatus, I took to asking friends to hold my lipstick or keys or ID. Then one day I decided to stuff my money in my bra along with my lipstick. WOW, I was liberated from the need of other people's pockets.
Then along came babies. I dreaded dragging around a large diaper bag with things I didn't think I would use for a trip to Wal Mart. So even with the triplets, we used a small diaper bag (the one they send you home with from the hospital). It carried three bottles (with formula powder in it ready for water to be added), six diapers and a pack of travel wipes. I felt that if we needed a change of clothes, maybe that was the point we needed to just head home. So for several years, the triplets and I enjoyed shopping at Wal Mart with freshly stained clothes from what ever lunch adventure we just had.
When #4 came along, I don't really remember carrying a diaper bag. I am sure I did but just having one baby, come on, that is a walk in the park. I was able to breastfeed him so there was no need for bottles, maybe just a diaper or two and wipes. He really didn't have a need for toys because the triplets always entertained him. #4 was almost not even like having a baby. But that is another posts on having multiples plus one.
I digress...so for years I would sneak and hide or put what ever was needed in my bra and feel carefree of the worry of a purse. I think my husband has had mixed feelings. He liked the idea of not carrying my lipstick but to be around while I was digging for it in my chest was a little embarrassing. I, too, tried to hide when I had to dig.
Then one day I was with my cousin at a cash register and without flinching, she dug around for her cash in her bra and gave it to the cashier. Again, the feeling of liberation came over me that I too could proudly dig in my bra for my necessities of life without shame.
So from that point on I stuffed anything that would fit in my bra and felt good about it.
I bring this subject up because yesterday I was walking into Wal Mart and was not wearing an outfit with pockets, I had no purse, and no children with me that had pockets that could be in charge of the car keys. So I stuffed my very small wallet in one side and cell phone on the other side. Then I thought, I could put the remote from my keys where the uderwires meet in the middle and let the keys hang over (under my shirt). I tried it and wow! I marched empty handed into Wal Mart and dug what I needed to out at the register. Yes, my boob did ring once and I feel a little like Get Smart when I pull the phone out of my bra. And yes, I have friends who joke about my boobs ringing or vibrating (if I am in the movies or at work).
Ok, get to the point Stacy...the point is, I chuckled at myself yesterday because I thought of a whole generation of women who burned their bra as a sign of liberation yet I feel liberated being able to wear a bra and stuff it with anything I please, including my boobs. If I was one who didn't care to wear a bra out in public (mind you at home I have no need to hold money or my ID near my person) then I guess I would have to stuff things under my bra-less boobs. As you know with age, things go south. But despite the direction my boobs insist on going, a bra brings them back up to attention and offers me lots of "pockets". And as long as you are not wearing a clingy shirt, no one will really notice until your left boob rings or you are paying at the checkout.
Just a rambling I wanted to share.
PS I do have a neat little pocket purse my friend made me for when my bra becomes overloaded.
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4 Comments:
I had a boss who made a little fold-out wallet that she put cards and IDs in and she carried that around in her bra.
And the bras with the firm cups hold more because you can smoosh your boobs around whatever you want to stuff in there and the bra still holds its shape.
I think I should be buried with my nasal spray tucked under my left boob so that it will feel at home for all eternity.
Oh my God I am going to pee from laughing at this one!
My boobs are so small that almost every time I think I need a new bra I simultaneously think "Or just never wear one again."
You're so hilarious!
the safest way to carry your money is inside your bra cup. women doing this for the last hundred years. and it works. i do it 7 days a week.
when i go to nightclubs i carry my change purse and cell phone in my bra cup. if im wearing a tight fitting top the corners of the purse can be seen sometimes. nothing i can do about that. most dont notice.
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