So does this count? An artist's date - or a reckoning. Bra shopping (Macy's... buy 2 get 2 free, I guess would be a BTGT, not a BOGO) very fraught. Things have shifted, nothing fit. Sales lady advises, go up a cup and band size. Whew. Really? When do they run out of letters?
20 try-ons later, nothing fit. Until- the Wacoal. Realization that my chest has Champaign taste. So I'm doing math in my head, justify on a per-wearing amortization. Then, I stop cold... it doesn't matter! It fits! I found something in the world that fit just right.
This was a great day.