ok, that's it, i can die a happy woman! a very happy large-busted woman! imagine the scene: a small wood paneled room in the back of the boutique, three, four no-five! little ladies circa 1958 standing about, ready to help Madame choose une gorge supere sexy! first, a proper measuring up, then try one on to be certain the fit is correct...of course, to determine this, each little lady must inspect it personally (this involves lots of handling and touching of the contents!) and confer (again, the french committee!). upon agreement, a selection (6 or 8) in various colors and styles (but all, at my request, tres forte) to try. and each one, examined, adjusted and judged. don't bother closing the fitting room curtain! and of course, there is the obligatory matching undies for the prettiest bra...and the sizing up is just as important and expert for that department as well.
these are the best damn bras i have ever seen in my life! gorgeous, colorful, detailed, feminine and built like the Hoover Dam. i swear to god, they changed my posture and took off at least ten pounds. they reintroduced me to my nipples!
you do not even want to know how much $. but can you really put a price on an outstanding set of knockers?