I grew up in a family that had a cliche for everything.  My mother would have said “When it rains, it pours.”  And she would have been right.  In my life right now I have a sick dog, a sick aunt and yesterday, I said goodbye to a dear friend.  My full coverage, full support, underwire Soma bra died.

Women understand that there are three things we hate to loose – a great hairdresser, a gynecologist with warm instruments and a comfortable bra that fits right and doesn’t make us look like an Appalachian grandmother.

I loved that Soma bra.  It was with me for over a year.  I have two more, a black one and a blush one.  But this was my nude one; the one that I could wear under anything.  It was not your standard industrial strenght “over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder”.  It was attractive. It was lacy.  IT WAS COMFORTABLE!

I treated it well.  I washed it regularly with cold water in the Gentle Cycle. I rotated wearing it so the elastic had a chance to snap back.  I followed all the proper care instructions and yet…..

Yesterday afternoon, I turned in my chair and “pop”, the underwire snapped.  I was left in a most difficult position at work.  The broken underwire stuck out in such a way as to make it look like I had grown a Madonna cone breast out of my right side.  And it poked me in the arm.  The option of removing the offending garment did not exist as I am a full-figured gal and I no longer look forward.  It’s more of a “stare at the floor” kind of thing.   I spent the rest of the day adjusting myself like a Major League Ball Player and walking with my right arm stuck to my side like Nicolas Cage in “Moonstruck”.

When I got home, I momentarily considered the possibility of potential duct tape repair.  But I knew it was too late for that.  I gave my friend a respectful send off, hesitating briefly because I wasn’t sure if the metal parts meant it belonged with the recyclables.

Today, I will go online and buy a new Soma full coverage, full support underwire bra in nude.  But it won’t be the same.  It never is.  Each one is an individual.  It will take time to adjust to the differences.

I will miss you, Old Friend.  Thanks for your support.