Lesley in Hong Kong

Nude or Black?

I am talking about shoes.  

 

I have had a careful assessment of my shoes.  I have taken them all out of  my shoe cupboard to find that I own numerous pairs of shoes for different occasions.  Having shoes for different occasions is a good thing.  Shoes for actually walking places, shoes for sitting down, shoes for making an entrance, shoes for making that dress look vavavoom.   That part is the good thing.  I have made shoe purchases based on that criteria.

I also have black shoes for the very same reasons although I have to say that having black shoes brings the sexy back (as Justin says).  

When said shoes were all spread out on the floor the glaringly obvious fact became clear to me.  I only own shoes that are sensibly black or sensibly nude/beige.  I have one pair of red shoes.  I love those red shoes with all my heart.   My shoe purchases revolve around making them all match to any given outfit I decide to wear each morning.  Or an outfit I decide to wear for an evening out.  Having a black pair or a nude pair is so useful, so practical and so well...predictable.  I do not own, say a green pair or a pink pair or a blue pair.

And this revelation has lead to me realizing that I can say the same about my underwear.  I only own black or nude/flesh coloured knickers and bras because they go with every outfit I wear.  If worn correctly they do not show through any fabric - unless I make a bad choice in the dark and wear black knickers under white trousers - god forbid.  However, in the same way (compare and contrast coming up) I do own a red set of underwear that I also love as much as my one pair of red shoes.  

Now I am beginning to think that if I was analyzed by a psychiatrist  regarding my choice of shoe and knicker colour then the analyst would have to conclude that I have OCD tendencies regarding colour compulsiveness.  Well - I'm not too sure about that but now I have begun to realise that a little colour in my knicker drawer as well as my shoe cupboard might be a good thing.

In my life, so far, I have no memory of owning a green pair of shoes.  I have no memory of owning a green pair of knickers either.  I cannot go on with such a list as it would be predictable and boring and most probably would lead to boredom and being bored is boring.  But you get the picture?  I am not boring.  Really I'm not! 

So dear reader - my new year's resolution, starting in September of course, is that I will be more adventurous with my shoe and knicker purchases and I might even go wild and buy a green bra and wear it under a white top - hold me back someone?

possible alternatives

 

Big green knickers

 

Mad Men

The American Man

I've come late to this series but in a way I like that.  It means that I am never left wanting.  There is no end-of-episode tension or end-of-season bereft feeling when I am waiting for the next installment.  There are a whole six seasons just sitting there waiting for me to enjoy as and when it suits me.  The whole series is at my beck and call.  I can view them at any time or any place.  Mad Men is a whore for me.

Over the past few weeks I have become intensely interested in those New York accents.  I just love those dastardly characters with their side partened brylcreamed hair and suits.  I am strangely attracted to the smoking and drinking funk that must emanate through their clothes, their breath and every piece of paper they handle.

The Playtex Pitch

The silhouettes of the secretaries are so carefully and skillfully shot so as to frame the outline of each playtex clad breast and most likely 24 hour pantie girdle Playtext 60's ad keeping everything just so pert and firm.  Christina Hendricks is a siren in red and I think I want to be her.

Joan on the sofa

Joan at her best. She is a present.  You Tube clip - Christmas Party

I am fascinated by the sets.  The attention to detail is tremendous.  Every item is so well placed from the desks in the office to the fridge in the Draper's home to the art on the walls and the style of glass used to neck back yet another whiskey before lunch.

Drinking at lunch time, drinking at any time you care to mention, followed by a fag (a cigarette for our American friends) and then the whole routine repeats.  It's an unsustainable work ethic that I crave to be part of if only for the dresses.  I would be a secretary as I'm a girl and that's what girls do - happy, actually grateful, just to sit outside Don Draper's (who is unfeasibly handsome) office waiting for a task "Yes Mr Draper" I'd say- whereupon I would spring into action ordering flowers for his latest woman, lying over the phone to his latest woman or actually lying on the sofa in his office being his latest woman.  Oh yes I would!  And then I'd be promoted to be Roger Stirling's secretary

Yes Mr Stirling?

Its the Americaness of the whole concept that really appeals to me.  More specifically the New Yorkness of it.  Its a place I've never been but its calling me.  In the last year I have read the poetry and discovered Langston Hughes, I've experienced Jack Kerouac's journey into New York, I've researched the documentation of graffiti art on New York subway trains by New York photographers and I've even watched Metropolis which is based on a futuristic New York. 

Poster for Metropolis

 I need to go there.

Italian Vogue - Curvy Feature

 

In the June edition of Italian Vogue they have featured curvy women which means they have snubbed the thin models usually used to hang clothes on and chosen women with actual hips and breasts.   They are truly beautiful and sexy, the fact is they are human shaped, in fact, the shots are incredibly stunning and well worth a peek.

 

Belle Vere - Vogue.it

 

 

The Rule of Pants

Pants - you have to have standards

I ventured into the realms of fashion a couple of days ago and made it known to the world that there are very strict rules regarding the wearing of socks.  If there are still folk out there who are unsure or unaware of the rules please refer to the previous blog called Socks- it's a mine field.  It has been suggested that I add a section about hikers and the red sock and chunky hiking boot plus there has been dispute over dark socks and trainers - honestly its a cheek!

I am now turning my attention to the subject of pants.  I mean pants, the sort you wear under your clothes (not trousers).  Briefs, knickers, panties, underwear, skivvies, smalls (feel free to add more names). 

I think this subject needs to be dealt with according to gender so I will tackle the men first.

There seems to be two main camps when the subject of male underwear is chosen and worn.  One lot prefer the boxer and the other the tighter cotton brief.  I am not a man.  It is a matter of personal choice, I cannot stress this enough.  But it has always been a bit of a mystery to me why men want to wear cotton boxers that have no support or stretch in them.  Surely a little support in that area would be beneficial?  I am just thinking how bras offer such support for females so it follows that the same would be true of the testicle area?  A further advantage of the brief would be less bulk under trousers or shorts, surely?  All explanations would be welcome here.

 

I also need to direct you to my previous blog on speedos and my confession at ths point.

Boxer Shorts

No Commandos Please

The strictest rule for males to adhere to is the wearing of underwear or at least if you have no underwear and are going to wear shorts then it is essential that the shorts have their own sewn in liner offering a snug hammock for the male parts and ensuring there is no embarrassment.  For instance when sitting down with legs apart or casually placing ones foot on a chair giving others an unrestricted view up the leg of the shorts. 

Female Pants

There are hundreds of different styles for women and it should logically follow that there should be enough styles for all the different shaped bottoms in the world.  But you'd be wrong.  Women's pants manufacturers are blind to the fact that pants have to cover cheeks so not make the dreaded VPL (visible pantie line) plus the invention of the thong has merely created a nasty infection spreading razor which is a useless piece of clothing.

Trinny and Susannah do talk some sense when it comes to foundation garments and have exposed a number of out of control wobbling bottoms in their attempt to up the standard of acceptable dress in the UK.  Magic Knickers

Girls, don't continue with ill fitting knickers that dig into your flesh and cause bulges ga lour.  There are some excellent body shaping items in Marks & Spencer these days.

And Spanx have a whole range of items to smooth any lump or bump.  See the Spanx Before and After photographs for yourself.  

 
There is even a male version of Spanx and I don't think men should shy away from this garment.  It could be a revolution for bellies world wide.  Spanx for Men offer compression under garments to help suck in bellies, its the Playtex 18 hour girdle for men.  It had to come one day.

 

Gentle reader, I conducted my own photographic survey this morning of pants in the local vicinity and I was shocked and horrified at some of the sights I found hanging around the place for all to see.  My mother was too shy to hang her pants on the washing line and kept them drying inside for modesty sake!  But some of the examples of shabby, worn out rags that pass  as underwear need to be seriously assessed and made into dusters at once.  (that's what my mother also used to do).  Check your knicker drawer now and if there are any that look like this, put them in the bin.

 

The washed out dark blue
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

                                                      Little and Large

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Skiddies!

 

 

 

                                            Duster pretending to be underwear.

Fairyland - Foot Massage and Hard Skin Removal - Shanghai

 

Feet

SOOTHING MASSAGE

After a tremendous amount of walking around Shanghai one Saturday on a weekend mini break our feet were throbbing and in need of some attention.  We didn't plan to visit Fairyland Health and Beauty on Nanjing Pedestrian Street, it seemed to find us.  I think it had a magnetic charm that lulled us up the stairs into completely unknown territory.  There was a short period of uncertainty until I was sure it was a respectable establishment because its just awful when it's not, don't you just hate it when that happens?

RELAXING MUSIC

In the blink of an eye we were made comfortable in a darkened room with relaxing music and our feet were soaked in fragrant water while the masseurs paid our shoulders much need attention.  A special bonus of a shoulder rub just to make up the time while the feet are cleansed and softened up ready for the foot massage.

HARD SKIN REMOVAL

The massage was excellent and I would have no reservations in recommending Fairyland if you are ever in need of stress relief and are in Shanghai at the same time.  But actually the best bit was the hard skin removal service.  For an extra 48 RMB a specially skilled man was summoned into the room yielding a blade.  Or was it a scalpel or was it an incredibly sharp chisel?  As I say it was a darkened room so it was hard to tell.  But the hard skin removal master was well equipped to work on feet in a darkened room.  He was wearing a head torch.  I guess he had a been boy scout when he was younger so was always prepared.  He set to work with the chisel and with the lightest touch he managed to  shave off what looked like snow flakes from my feet.  The towel was soon covered and I caught the masseurs looking sideways at each other at the surprising amount of dead skin building up as he dutifully shaved my feet.

The service was excellent, shoulder, feet and shaving of said feet. We floated out.  Wow!

Hard skin removal man wearing head torch

The man in the head torch made Fairyland an extra special experience and I want him to come and live in our house.

Svetlana Live at the Talk of the Town, Excelsior Hotel, Hong Kong

  

TASTLESS TROUSERS

 

The Talk of the Town is on the top floor of The Excelsior Hotel, Causeway Bay.  There are many, many good reasons for a night out there. 

• Fantastic view over Victoria Harbour
• TOTT has recently been renovated
  
• There is an excellent band featuring Wendy
• Nice comfy sofas
  
• Excellent service

WHO GOES THERE?

The clientele can be a mixture of hotel guests, business men and tourists as well as a few couples having a romantic night out.  Then there are the regulars who know the set list, the dance moves and the band.  There is also a subtle presence of older singles on the look out for other older singles and, so I'm informed, one or two escorts. 

GET UP AND DANCE

The best part of a night at The Talk of the Town is the dance floor and mainly because, unlike so many bars in Hong Kong, there is room to dance. I have been squashed in far too many small dance floors in Wan Chai or Lan Kwai Fong, where it is unpleasant and just about impossible to get in any sort of cool dance moves in.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRENDA

Last night me and my friends were treated to a thrilling display of pumping, grinding, moshing, twirling and pelvic thrusting  by a very sweet young lady, who I believe is called Svetlana.  What a treat!  Wearing a colourful array of tight lycra animal print from the Bet Lynch spring collection accessorized with touches of bling from Ratners she really stood out.   It goes without saying that she could whip her hair back and forth and boy did she ever!

STOP THAT CAVORTING!

I have thought about her quite a lot today wondering if she is in traction for neck or pelvis problems due to far too much cavorting.  But just a little message for her from all the other guests on the floor "Stop it!"

Enell Sports Bra - Opera's favourite

I have a never ending quest to find a good sports bra.  A bra that I can wear for exercise.  A bra that will do what it says on the box.  To be explicit it is a bra that will support my breasts during a moderate to hard run, in a public place, and ensure that 'the girls' are kept under control throughout a bout of jumping jacks, spotty dogs and even skipping. 

I have tried lots, some good, some not so much.  Even if they are good to start with, after a few months of sweatie workouts, washing and drying they loose their support and turn into an overstretched grey rag.

I have not found any suitable sports bras that fulfill my needs in any shop in Hong Kong.  I have given up and taken to buying online.

My latest online purchase arrived from Ladiesonlysports.com and I tested it out today.  Ladies, ladies, ladies!  Success.  It was advertised as Opera Winfrey's favourite sports bra and if its good enough for Opera it's good enough for me.

To quote the advertising blurb - Enell Sports Bra is designed for well-endowed women.  It minimizes breast movement, eliminates chaffing and provides back support.  Trust me it really is fab.

 

Speedos - My confession

Attractive swim wear

RULES OF THE POOL

Years ago I used to be a swimming teacher and one of the rules about entering the swimming pool, for the males, was they should wear Speedos.  It seemed very sensible and logical to me at the time.  I even had a supply of spare ones for those silly boys who forget their own and foolishly turned up for swimming lessons wearing huge impractical board shorts.  "No no no".  I would say.  "You can't move properly in the water wearing those ridiculous items.  All that material flapping around your leg gets in the way of swimming, is uncomfortable and heavy when wet".  And I sent them back to the changing rooms to put on the Speedos I very helpfully kept for such occasions.

SHOWING THIGHS

It was an international school.  The Europeans never batted an eyelid at the rule.  The Americans, well that was another matter.  They hated wearing the Speedos and deemed them underwear.  Even the youngest kindergarten kids thought of wearing Speedos for swimming in was showing your underwear to the world.  The Arab kids hated them too, I guess it was an issue about showing thighs although I never really worked it out.

LYCRA

We had to lighten up on the rule after a while and relaxed it to allowing shorts that covered the leg as long as they were tight.  That essentially meant the boys who couldn't cope with the classic Speedo swam in lycra cycling shorts.

I don't understand why it is unacceptable for men or boys, come to that, to wear Speedos in a public place.  They are much much more practical for swimming in, sunbathing in and they dry quickly. 

HUGE SHORTS

Why oh why are huge, garishly patterned extra long legged board short acceptable attire for swimming in?   They are the most ridiculous item unless, of course, you are actually surfing and then they protect your legs from getting a nasty rash.  But once out of the water should be removed so that the tops of the legs can be evenly tanned.  Otherwise tops of boys legs remain a lily sickly white all year round and that is not a good look.

HAIR REMOVAL

Us females are required to remove all traces of pubic hair so that none of it sticks out from the edge of our tiny tiny bikini bottoms and we have to constantly be on guard against movement of the bikini top in case the tiny triangle moves to one side or the other and exposes a nipple!  But men can be as hairy down below as they please and wear huge shorts to the pool.

Huge shorts do not disguise an expanding waist line or sagging pecs.  The one piece for men has not caught on.  The shorts don't hide anything apart from legs and I for one am not averse to looking at mens legs, whereas a flabby torso is not so good.

WHAT ARE YOU HIDING?

So are we talking about a fear of penis here?  Is it that the wearing of Speedos means that we can make out the outline of the penis under the lycra?  Why?  Let's stop being scared of them and stop pretending they are not there. 

AGREE WITH LESLEY

If you are a supporter of the wearing of Speedos make a banner and parade it  around with you the next time you go swimming.  I suggest I AGREE WITH LESLEY on your sign.  Take a photo and post it on my blog to show your allegiance to the small Speedo instead of the silly board shorts.

 

Bras in Hong Kong Bodibra

It has been very difficult for me, as a Western woman, in Hong Kong to buy bras that fit my magnificent bosoms.  I have been turned away from places with the words

 'Nothing for you Missy'

and been disappointed by a selection that includes vast amounts of padding.  Marks and Spencer have been quite useful to a point but more recently their range caters for women with no breasts and personally I don't like the shape of their design.  Over the last few years I have used Figleaves.com which has been successful although it requires me measuring myself and hoping they fit upon their arrival.

But now I have discovered Bodibra.

I am not sure if this is a new brand in Hong Kong or that I've just been blind to it up to now but ladies it is good.  Believe me, if you need a bra to control your breasts, have them supported comfortably and pointing in the right direction Bodibra is for you.

They have branches all over Hong Kong, Kowloon and the New Territories.  I went to the Causeway Bay branch where Carmen, the lovely assistant, spoke good English and seemed well trained in the art of bra fitting.

The shop does not have much on display but their service is brilliant.  You will be measured and then they will find  the bra for you from the stock room.  Upstairs were lots of changing rooms with posters and information about the right and wrong way to wear a bra.  Carmen was helpful yet discrete in the fitting of the bra, which is an amazing feat of engineering.  The band was slightly too big although the cup size was right so they did some alterations which took about 10 days and then I collected the bras from Kowloon Bay branch.

Ladies I am thrilled with the result and had a test run last night at The Talk of the Town in The Excelsior Hotel last night.  This involved vigorous dancing and not only did the bra pass the bounce test my friends commented on how good 'the girls' were looking.

http://www.myheartlingerie.com/en/en/stores/hong_kong/

27th March, 2010

I am adding extra information because now I have worn the bras for a few weeks and can honestly say they are fantastic.  I am extremely happy with the support and comfort.  My bossoms have never looked so good!  I am off to purchase more next week.

Nipple Covers

Marks and Spencer's is a very reliable and homey shop.  You just know where you are with M&S. Their products are renowned for lasting many washes, especially their under garments. You can't beat a pair of M&S knickers.

When I was browsing the under garment section I discovered a new product. Something I had never seen before. In a small plastic pouch was 'nipple covers'. I was intrigued by this item but it was not possible to open the package in the shop so, truly believing all M&S products to be of a high standard I made a purchase.

For those of you mystified as to why a girl should require nipple covers I will attempt to throw light on the matter. You see, when its a bit cold, and your top is a bit on the flimsy side, nipples tend to pop out for the world to see. Living in air conditioned Hong Kong this happens a lot. You step inside after being out in a hot and humid 30+ degrees and out they pop.

I thought that using this new fangled item would be the answer to this little problem.

The next morning I decided to try them.  I opened the packet to find they were made from a thin 'band aid' type material in the shape of large daisies. The center of the daisy was a slightly padded circle. It was early, it was dark in my bedroom, I wasn't properly awake to read the 'How to Apply' section on the back of the packet and besides I couldn't find my glasses.

It seemed straight forward. I peeled off the backing paper and stuck them over my nipples, put the rest of my clothes on and  went to work. Never gave them a second thought.   I wasn't aware of people pointing at me on the air conditioned bus saying "Waa look at her nipples sticking out" so I presumed they were working.

When I got home after a hards days toil the first thing I did was strip off and get in the shower. Upon the removal of my clothes I remembered the hastily applied nippled covers as I glanced at myself in the bathroom mirror. Best take them off now I thought to myself.

Easier said than done.  The very thin sticky cover was almost impossible to get hold of. I have nails but I couldn't just get one under the edge of the nipple covers to remove them. I showered. Tried again.  No better. I showered again and used lots more shower gel to soften the fabric (steady on now!).  Still couldn't get hold of the edge to pull them off.  They were well and truly attached to my breasts and did not want to come off.

I found my glasses and the discarded packet and read the instructions. This was not enlightening at all. It just said stick them over nipples, peel them off when you are finished.  No clues, no hints.

About half an hour had gone by since I got home and I was still naked in the bathroom attempting to remove the offending articles.  Eventually I managed to get my thumb nail under the edge of the left one and began to peel it off.  Oh my God! The pain was excruciating.  There was no way I could just rip it off quickly. I had to slowly, slowly, millimeter by millimeter pull it off and try not to pass out with pain.

I have had two children, I have ran a marathon. I know pain. But this? It was really making me feel nauseous. I came out in a hot and cold sweat and began to shiver. Perhaps I was in shock?  I am guessing that the process took about 10 minutes and it was such a relief to remove the torturous devil item from my delicate anatomy. But wait, horror of horrors - there was still the other one to remove.

I was almost crying at the thought.  I had a lie down to physiologically build myself up to the removal of the second nipple cover.

It was the same horrible experience. Sweating, shaking and on the brink of tears.

Gentle readers - do not ever buy these items. They should have a health warning written on the packaging. I definitely do not recommend them. Don't be fooled by the steady and reliable Marks and Spencer's brand.Give them a wide berth and let your nipples be free.

Nipple Covers

BEST KNICKERS

Marks and Spencer's is a very reliable and homey shop.  You just know where you are with M&S.  Their products are renowned for lasting many washes, especially their under garments.  You can't beat a pair of M&S knickers.

A NEW PRODUCT?

When I was browsing the under garment section I discovered a new product.  Something I had never seen before.  In a small plastic pouch was 'nipple covers'. I was intrigued by  this item.  It was not possible to open the package in the shop so truly believing all M&S goods to be of a high standard I made a purchase.

THE COLD AND NIPPLES

For those of you mystified as to why a girl should require nipple covers I will attempt to throw light on the matter.  You see, when its a bit cold, and your top is a bit on the flimsy side, nipples tend to pop out for the world to see.  Living in air conditioned Hong Kong this happens a lot.  You step inside after being out in a hot and humid 30+ degrees and out they pop.

I thought that using this new fangled item would be the answer to this little problem.

TEST RUN

The next morning I decided to try them.  I opened the packet to find they were made from a thin 'band aid' type material in the shape of large daisies.  The center of the daisy was a slightly padded circle.  It was early, it was dark in my bedroom, I wasn't properly awake to read the 'How to Apply' section on the back of the packet and besides I couldn't find my glasses.

It seemed straight forward.  I peeled off the backing paper and stuck them over my nipples. Easy.

I got dressed, went to work.  Never gave them a second thought.  I wasn't aware of people pointing at me on the air conditioned bus saying "Waa look at her nipples sticking out" so I presumed they were working.

THE REMOVAL -PANIC

When I got home after a hards days toil the first thing I did was strip off and get in the shower.  Upon the removal of my clothes I remembered the hastily applied nippled covers as I glanced at myself in the bathroom mirror.  "Best take them off now" I thought to myself.

Easier said than done.  The very thin sticky cover was almost impossible to get hold of.  I have nails but I couldn't just get one under the edge of the nipple covers to remove them.  I showered.  Tried again.  No better.  I showered again and used lots more shower gel to soften the fabric (steady on now!).  Still couldn't get hold of the edge to pull them off.  They were well and truly attached to my breasts and did not want to come off.

I found my glasses and the discarded packet and read the instructions.  This was not enlightening at all.  It just said stick them over nipples, peel them off when you are finished.  No clues, no hints.

STILL NOT REMOVED - GULP

About half an hour had gone by since I got home and I was still naked in the bathroom attempting to remove the offending articles.  Eventually I managed to get my thumb nail under the edge of the left one and began to peel it off.  Oh my God!  The pain was excruciating.  There was no way I could just rip it off quickly.  I had to slowly, slowly, millimeter by millimeter pull it off and try not to pass out with pain.

OH THE PAIN

I have had two children, I have ran a marathon.  I know pain.  But this?  It was really making me feel nauseous.  I came out in a hot and cold sweat and began to shiver.  Perhaps I was in shock?  I am guessing that the process took about 10 minutes and it was such a relief to remove the torturous devil item from my delicate anatomy.  But wait, horror of horrors - there was still the other one to remove.

I was almost crying at the thought.  I had a lie down to physiologically build myself up to the removal of the second nipple cover. 

It was the same horrible experience.  Sweating, shaking and on the brink of tears.

DON'T DO IT!

Gentle readers - do not ever buy these items.  They should have a health warning written on the packaging.  I definitely do not recommend them.  Don't be fooled by the steady and reliable Marks and Spencer's brand.  Give them a wide berth.

Bra Fitting Model

In the local free HK Magazine there is often an advert for ‘bra fitting models’.  What an interesting line of work that must be?  I have seen the same advert month after month, it just keeps appearing.  They always specify the size of breasts they need for their models.  Interestingly they seem to be short of large breasted women, in Hong Kong there is obviously a shortage of such types.  I thought I would be a prime candidate for such a position.  I got the tape measure out and sent my ‘statistics’ to an email address given in the advert.  I don’t just send my vitals off to any one; this was Marks and Spencer’s.  I duly received an appointed to time to go along and meet the representatives from M&S and was asked if I minded standing for long periods and it would be necessary to give feedback on the fit of the foundation garments in questions.

Unfortunately I was unable to keep the appointment.  I just don’t think my Principal would have given me time off for such an activity.  I could imagine the questions “Is this  professional development?”  I would be flummoxed to answer so I just went to work as normal.   So this blog goes slightly pear shaped at this point, well don’t we all darling?  I never was a bra fitting model but I SO wanted to be

But I am now full of regret for not doing this because I feel that it would have been a public service.  An act of altruism no less.  You see M&S do not seem to stock the type of bras that us larger breasted ladies require anymore and I blame myself. In my six years here it’s always been a bit of test to get the right style.  Only M&S sell them, the rest of the bra shops in Hong Kong sell teeny tiny bras with 1” of padding.  I don’t need padding! 

I have tried asking for bigger sizes.  The shop assistants go into the back of the shop, are gone for ages, then come back and say “Nothing for you missy” or bring their biggest one which is still too small.  It’s a depressing experience. M&S have usually come up with the goods.  But in the branches I have checked out (Central, Festival Walk, Shatin and Kowloon Bay) there are no underwired bras size 38D with substantial straps.  They only sell bras suitable for sitting down, which offer zero support and sometimes I need to run for my bus.  In my opinion the bras currently on sale are just not practical bras in which to live my life in.

I have surveyed other women with large breasts.  My friend Kim being the main interviewee (although mine are bigger than hers!).  She in turn has asked other women she knows.  The general consensus is that I buy them in other countries when I go on holiday.   But that’s too long to wait.

There is a happy ending.  I want ladies who need real bras to know about this.  Figleaves.com are great.  I ordered three bras, they came, they fit.  Halleluiah!