Bra fitting is not for the faint hearted or those with little patience. After all my months of planning and scouring the internet, shows and attending enough courses for my head to explode for latest trends, fabrics and styles to ensure the perfect fit it seemed I still had more to learn and more bras to discover.
My glam heels causing my feet to throb, the stifling warmth in the fitting rooms (you see, I am dressed but the lady I'm fitting is not!) causing me to melt, I wonder again why I chose this new profession?, why I left behind the reassuring comfort of my old job? Then of course I hit jack pot, the lady in front of me wells up with tears of happiness that "at last she has a bra that fits". She is over the moon, she turns to hug me (yes I'm hugging a half naked crying lady in my fitting rooms!) and we rejoice in being a woman. The pleasure of lingerie. I forget my painful feet and am once again reminded why I love my new job.
So after 6 months of lacy undies and fabulous bras, I can't wait for the next 6 months to tell me again why I am of course "The Bra Lady". Shouts of "coo eee bra lady" while I'm shopping or flashing of sports bras when I join my local running events are all proof I need to tell me that I did the right thing.xx
