I know there are more important things to get your knickers in a knot about (pun intended), but it is this wee niggling thing for me.

I ventured into the lingerie department the other day.  There were countless bras all displayed in their boxes and on their hangers, in their various shades of neutral and dazzling array of colours and patterns.  Lacy, sporty, push up, underwire, padded, ‘I am lying through my teeth, and you will be disappointed if the only reason you wanted to unwrap this package was the breast size’ padded, front opening, back opening, so many except for what I was looking for.  Not finding what I am looking for is not unusual and I guess I could suck it up and get something close, but I would be uncomfortable and end up grumpy about it.  You would think with the hundreds of possibilities that there would be one that fit my criteria.  This time I was looking for a bra that I could wear under a tank top without the straps showing.  I know it is a demonstration that I am a product of my generation, but I am not a fan of underwear and bra exposure fashion.  I even talked to a sales person this time (an unusual behaviour for me).  She was very understanding, ‘Uh-hmming’ in the appropriate spots in my dialog, speaking kindly to me (probably placating the insane woman), and trying to point me in a variety of directions to solve my dilemma.  The end result was the same, me leaving empty handed and perturbed.  I think my only recourse now is to learn how to make my own, and leave the bra department to its mysterious ways.