when i was a small girl, my mother took me to get my first bra at a really swanky teenager shop. it almost put me over the edge to have to try it on. i was so embarrassed by things of this nature. underwear was a very private matter in my book, and having your mother look on was horrifying. with the purchase made, i reluctantly wore my new underthing in the neighborhood that day, beneath a shirt i was sure was not see-through.
i was wrong. timmy and phillip jablonski noticed immediately, and teased me unmercifully. they snapped the back over and over as they laughed and laughed. "ruth is wearing a BRA-ZEEERRRE!", they exclaimed! i thought i was going to die. bright red, i ran humiliated back in the house. no "kick the can" that summer night with the neighborhood kids for me.
for some reason it made it worse that they called it a "brassiere". it was twice as embarrassing to me. ever since, i have had trouble saying that word without those memories coming back. but luckily now it's kinda funny instead of petrifying. so here is the start of a new print, done to once and for all make a bad situation into a humorous one (i hope). my bra was not as mature as this one, in fact mine was actually pretty non-supportive. i didn't have much to support at the time.
this is also a bit of a memory of my mom. i remember her wearing this type of bra. it seemed so strange and uncomfortable-looking to me back then. it was made of some sort of lacy netting with lots and lots of support. i think it had about a hundred hooks in the back. all for a tiny woman who always joked her chest was "like a young boy".
just the drawing, done on sheer paper. i'll post the print when it emerges.