Deco Shape: A New Love Affair

It has been a very good week for bras in the Warning:CurvesAhead household. This week alone, I have received not one, not two, but three wonderful new booby-holders, all of which I am excited to share with you lovely readers. To say that I am ecstatic is a gross understatement: new lingerie makes me giddy. So here goes, lovely readers. Lingerie review numero uno.

Any of you who have been following my blog know that I am a slave to Freya.
I love them. I love their fit, I love their shape, and if I could afford it, I would have a Freya Deco in every single color that is offered. In my humble opinion, it is the Adonis God of all bras, and I am a lucky duck to fit into their size range. That said, you can imagine my excitement when I was informed that I had been chosen as a winner in their Deco 365 Competition, and had been chosen to receive a new Deco Shape multiway bra and short. (*squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*!!!!) When I was emailed the tracking number for my package, you can bet I stalked that puppy like a crazy ex-boyfriend, and when my goodies arrived at my house LITERALLY OVERNIGHT FROM THE UK, I was overjoyed. The bra and panties came beautifully wrapped in tissue paper, and packaged in a pretty pink bag with “Freya” emblazoned on the front. If I possessed a modicum of patience, I would have taken pictures of the pretty wrappings and posted photographic evidence of the package.

Yeeeeeah, no. I wanted that bra on my body, and I wanted it now. At first fit, I fell in love. But in an effort to give you lovelies a thorough review of the product, I “test drove” the set during a busy day at work, to see how it held up through hours of peek-a-boo, crawling marathons, and hours of outside active playing with ten-month-old twins.

First, lets talk aesthetics. This bra is a soft cream color, with a pretty floral panel on the front of the band and by the center gore. There are tiny (read:adorable) button details where the gore meets in the middle, and equally adorable, miniature bows where the straps meet the cups. It has the Deco’s signature moulded cups, and is simple, yet soft and feminine.

The band is firm. Not uncomfortably so, but that sucker didn’t move all day. It boasts three sets of three hooks-and-eyes, and I found it to be very supportive. I received this bra in a 32FF, which has confirmed my thought that I have sprouted to a 32G/34FF: one cup up from what I thought I was. (Swooping and scooping. It works!) I have the tiniest bit of quad-boob, but this bra is definitely still wearable.
Being a multiway, the straps on this bra are completely removable and adjustable. It can be work cross-back, halter, one-shoulder; you name it. The straps are fully adjustable, and my only gripe is that they are thinner then I am used to seeing on a Deco, and quite stretchy. I was impressed, however, with how well they stayed hooked. No wardrobe malfunctions in this model!

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I would take a real-time photo of the shorts, but they are currently on my bum, and since I’m a wee bit bloated, (PMS blues, ladies) I’m not really ready to debut any “Jess in her undercrackers” photos. I will tell you, however, that these are the most comfortable panties that have ever covered my ample bum. Soft, stretchy, seamless, and sporting the same gorgeous floral print on the front panel that graces the band of the bra, these are basic and yet not, if you can understand what I’m trying to say. I can see these being worn as a practical piece underneath a tight/light colored dress, but also functioning as an innocent-yet-sexy piece in the bedroom (if that’s your cup of tea). Multi-purpose is my favorite thing, so this set garners high marks from yours truly.

And for anyone wondering, my girlfriend’s Official Word on the pants: “Your ass looks awesome.”
(Women. Not so different from men, eh? 😉 )

After 9 hours of crawling and jumping, running up and down stairs, and toting around two infants at a time for most of the day, I was impressed with the staying power of this bra. I didn’t have to adjust myself at all throughout the day, and even with such a firm band, this set was insanely comfortable. I would say that this model runs a tiny bit tighter then the “usual” Deco (which I find runs one band large/one cup large) so, keep that in mind when you go buy it, because you seriously need it!

Parfait by Affinitas to Expand Size Range!

After publishing my Lingerie Lust List a few weeks ago, I was having a conversation about Parfait by Affinitas with a very dear friend of mine. She is around a 34K and drop dead gorgeous, and was lamenting her inability to fit into their gorgeous line of retro-reminiscent bits of satin and lace.


And then I got this little spot of news in an email:


IT’S LIKE THEY KNEW. 28-backs!? K-cups!? Here’s looking at you, gorgeous! The angels over at Parfait have answered a lot of prayers!

I Want To See You Be Brave


Sara Bareilles just released a new song and video from her upcoming album, entitled “Brave”. It encourages the listener to be brave, speak up for what they believe in, and to not let fear control their lives. (I think this is awesome. Ten thousand brownie points for Sara Bareilles!)

As I was driving to work, I was listening to this song (over, and over, and over again), and it got me to thinking: what does it mean to be brave? For a lot of people, the word “brave” conjures images of superheroes and war veterans. You know, the few and the proud. For others, it brings to mind great, heroic actions: rescuing someone who is drowning, throwing oneself in front of a bullet for another, saving a life. And while all these things are massively brave things to do, I believe that bravery–like people–comes in all shapes, sizes, and colors.

For someone struggling with addiction or disorder, bravery is finally asking for help.

For someone who is being bullied, bravery is finally standing up and staying “Stop”.

For someone who has body image issues, bravery is saying “Screw you!” to impossible standards of beauty. It is finally loving who they are instead of struggling to become who everyone says they should be.

For someone hiding their sexuality, bravery is standing up and saying “This is who I am! Take it or leave it.” And if people decide to leave it, bravery is telling those folks not to let the door hit them on the way out.

Bravery is standing up for what you believe in, and shouting it off the rooftops. It’s sticking up for those who can’t, and speaking loudly for those with no voice.

For me, bravery was finally saying “Enough.” to a bad relationship, and getting the hell out of dodge. Then, bravery was allowing my heart to be open despite all the hurt I had felt, and falling in love again.

Sure, those veterans and heroes are brave. But “big” isn’t the only measure of bravery. So, if it means putting on a bikini for the first time, coming out to your folks, or finally breaking off that toxic friendship/relationship, go ahead.

I want to see you be brave.

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“You Would Be So Pretty If…”

We’ve all heard it. “You would be so pretty if…”

“…you just smiled.”
“…you lost some weight.”
“…you changed your hair.”
“…you changed your clothes.”

When I was 18, I had a dentist tell me that I would be “so pretty” and “attract so many boys” if only I just got braces to take care of my crooked teeth. (Well newsflash to THAT dick-for-brains, I’m a lesbian. An even better moment in that story? I was wearing a cheeky shirt that said “I Know What Girls Like” on the front. Guy was a moron.) So let me get this straight (ha), Mr. Dentist-Man. If I spend $2,500 dollars, and two uncomfortable years with a mouthful of metal, I will have done enough to change myself in order to make boys like me? Whoop-de-fucking-do.

Because you know what, when people drop these little lines, these “you would be so pretty if” nuggets, what they are really saying is: “You need to change yourself to measure up to what I find attractive, and only then will you be worthy.” And do you know what I say to those people?

You can fuck right the hell off. Seriously.

This morning, as I was sitting in rage-enducing traffic, I was tagged in a comment, meant to draw my attention to one of these “helpful” commentators. It was on an image of a woman on one of my favorite Facebook pages. She was kind enough to post a picture of herself in a new outfit, so that her fellow clothing-enthusiasts can see the products on her specific body type. In this particular photo, she was rockin’ a new top and some high-waisted shorts, and looked great, just stony-faced. She’s a regular contributor to the page in question, and I always look to her photos to get an idea of how any particular item would look on me, as we are close in shape. To clarify, this girl is a minx. She could be wearing a scowl and a burlap sack, and would still look good. So, when I saw one of those helpful “you would look so good if you just smiled”, I couldn’t help but be indignant.

Excuse me, Sir. She didn’t post that photo for your specialsnowflake eyes, only. In fact, I’d wager a guess that she didn’t post that photo for your eyes at all. (Shock. Gasp. Dismay.) And FURTHERMORE, if you’re only looking at this particular website to scope out clothing options for your wife, why the need for color commentary, huh? The jig is up, perv. And you aren’t fooling anyone.

This scenario is just one of many in which women are treated like, and expected to be accessories or objects. We’re expected to be malleable, and mold to become whatever any given person wants us to be. Because god forbid, we be whatever we want. Or who we are.
I’ll end with this little PSA for anyone who might be guilty of dropping those “helpful” lines:
I am not an accessory. I won’t smile/lose weight/gain weight/change myself just to gain your approval. If you aren’t willing to take me as I am? Well, you can go sit over there in the Box Of Shame with Douchebag Dentist and Pervy Facebook Guy. Because just like them, we don’t care what you have to say, anyway.

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To Wear, or Not To Wear? (A Discussion On Modesty)

The internet has been buzzing recently, and it’s all about modesty.

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First it was The Modesty Panel: a fascinating look at the different perspectives on modesty from various body image/bra fitting bloggers from around the world. Then, the web erupted when the news of Sarah Minder hit. (For those of you who have just crawled out of your cave, she is the Washington state high school senior who was instructed to “cover up her cleavage” or be barred from her prom.) This story hit every major media outlet like a lightening bolt in a storm, and evoked cries of “discrimination”! (It evoked cries of “bullshit!” from yours truly.)

This got me thinking about the topic of modesty. I said to myself “Jessica, what does modesty mean to you?” Turns out, it means quite a lot.

You see, modesty is one of those topics that you approach with caution. Talk about it to the wrong person, and you’re being screeched at that it’s “The Man’s” way of putting women “in their place”. (Seriously people, stop screeching. I’m not going to listen to you if you’re shrill, and I might punch you in the nose.) I don’t particularly like those people, and don’t want them screeching at me, so let me get this out of the way right from the get-go: I believe that grown women should be able to wear whatever the hell they choose.

With that being said, I think that modesty is one of those multifaceted topics that requires a lot of thought, and a good long look at all sides of the topic. Because let’s face it: there are certain situations in which modesty is appropriate. There are certain situations that it is necessary, and there are certain situations in which I don’t give a flying fart in space what you’re wearing. Allow me to outline:

If you are working in an office: it might be appropriate to dress for that setting. I don’t think it’s necessary to wear a miniskirt to a board meeting. If you are representing a company or business, you are serving a client. If you are working for a company that serves tightly-knotted, conservative older people, perhaps you should dress the part. And for the record, don’t even think about crying “sexism”. The same goes for men: Don’t show up to a board-meeting in an Ed Hardy deep-v and acid washed jeans. I’m not going to take you seriously as a businesswoman/man if you don’t dress the part.

If you are at church: Again with the conservatives, people. If the situation calls for it, it may be good to cover up just a little. I’m no church-goer, but I think the general consensus is this: if you would wear it to the club, you probably shouldn’t wear it to church. This is another one that goes for guys and girls alike. If it’s likely to make Great Aunt Ida fan herself and faint, you should probably tuck it back into the closet, and save it for a Saturday night.

If you are at the beach/Wal Mart/the Club,etc: Wear whateverthefuckyouwant, honeychild! The beach is one of those places where I expect to see various bodies in various stages of undress. If you want to wear that itty-bitty bikini or those teeny-tiny speedo shorts, go for it. I’m not judging you. In fact, I’m probably a wee bit envious of that rockin’ confidence that you possess. You work that suit, friend, and you look damn good. Same goes for if you’re headed to the club in a bodycon dress that hugs your body in just the right way, and makes you feel amazing. You don’t just FEEL amazing, you LOOK amazing too. Don’t forget it! And if you want to wear your pajamas to Wal-Mart, go for it.

If you are a child/teenager: This is going to be a controversial one. (And it’s also where the “grown women” parts of my beliefs comes into play.) I’m tapping my fingers together in anticipation of the angry comments/emails that I may receive. Bring it on, folks. I’m ready for debate. I strongly believe that it is important to instill this in our children: wear what you want, wear what makes you feel beautiful. BUT, be mindful of the rules, because they damn sure apply to you. This is in response to the prom-dress-fiasco, specifically. I don’t like the fact that so many people are siding with this girl because she “can’t help it”. Like she’s some superspecialsnowflake, and the rules should somehow not apply to her, simply because of her body. I don’t wanna hear it. There are resources out there for us boob-y ladies. Blogs, retailers, tailors: you name it. We aren’t the only ones “suffering”. Tall girls get called out in school for wearing “too-short” shorts, just because they have long legs. Busty girls get called out in school for showing “too much” cleavage. Boys get called out for wearing offensive tee-shirts, or too-saggy jeans. Are these rules silly? Some of them, yes. Are they necessary? I think so. Because school is not a fashion show. It is an educational facility, not a catwalk. I don’t know about you, but I went to highschool. In theory, the whole “No dress code, freedom of expression, FUCK YEAH!” thing is wonderful. In practice, it would never fucking work, not in a million years. Let’s not teach our children that the rules don’t apply to them. Let’s teach them how to work around it, how to make them work for them. And if they don’t like the rule, let’s teach our kids how to go about changing it the right way.

So there you have it, folks. For those of you who get turned off by walls of text:

TL:DR: Wear what you want, in moderation. Exercise common sense. Teach kids that dress code rules still apply/can be changed the RIGHT way.

Like anything, there is a time and a place for modest dress. And while everyone has differing opinions of what “modest” means, exercising some common sense never hurt anyone. I realize that this is only scraping the surface of such a complex idea. I also realize that some of you still believe that modest=sexism/being put down by “the Man” and this more important then anything I’ve outlined above. I’m open to some intelligent debate, but if you come at me screeching, I’ve got a punch in the nose with your name on it. 😉

“Tell Me A Story”

Currently, I’m sat in a hotel room in Dover, Delaware.
My girlfriend is off doing Air Force-y things for the Air Force, and I am alone. The television is turned to some show I’m not actually watching, and I’ve just hit “confirm” on a bra order at (Freya Ashlee for 24$ with my 20$ Nordstrom Note, YES.) Before that, I listed three bras on Ebay that I’m trying to pass on to more loving homes, as I don’t fit them anymore. Before that, I found myself browsing’s A Bra That Fits. That’s when it dawned on me: I am obsessed.
You know, I don’t like the word “obsessed”. It has such negative connotations, and to use it to describe something that has had such a positive impact on my life just doesn’t feel right. “Passionate” is more appropriate. Whatever way you spin it, however, I have some seriously warm-fuzzy feelings over lingerie, and it has changed my entire outlook with regards to myself, my own body image, and how I view other people. Because of this, I’d like to take some time to share my story:


A little over a year ago, I was in a relationship with a person who was just not right for me. I was struggling with and subsequently ignoring my sexuality, while being practically ignored by my significant other. I felt insignificant, unattractive, and utterly unwanted. After a particularly awful fight with my now-ex, I realized that the only way I was going to find happiness with myself was to find it within myself. And that’s where my changes started. First came Pin Up Girl Clothing, and their gorgeous, curve-friendly clothing. From there, I discovered the beautiful Georgina Horne, at Fuller Figure Fuller Bust, who introduced me to the world of lingerie, and what a well-fitting bra can do. I lay in bed one morning and read every single one of her posts in sequence. It was eye-opening. I refitted myself initially into a 36DD, and bought two Curvy Kates: I was hooked. After that, I was invited to join an online community of women, from which I have forged some amazing friendships and met some incredible people. It changed my life, and I haven’t looked back.

You see, a long time ago, I used to subscribe to that “only real men like curves” bullshit. I think that at some point in her life, every curvaceous girl has, in an attempt to make herself feel better with her own body. Obviously, I’ve wised the hell up, and instead of putting down other women in some lame attempt to somehow feel “better” or “more”, I’ve dedicated the past year of my life to this: uplifting, refitting, and reshaping women’s views. I initially started this blog last year with different intentions: to document my journey. It went nowhere fast. Now, I’ve shifted my focus. I want to help women with theirs.

Sounds crazy that something so simple could have had such a huge impact on a life, right? Sounds impossible that just discovering the right fit was the kingpin in my journey to loving and accepting myself as I am. Might sound crazy, but you better believe that it’s true. Only a year and a half later, and I’m happy, confident, and more knowledgeable then ever. I use the word “central gore” at least five times a day, and I am slowly but surely refitting all of my busty-girl friends (sometimes gently prodding, sometimes downright dragging). Initially, I get the eyerolls. The “Oh, sure, Jess. Whatever you say.” But once I get my mitts on them (so to speak), and wrestle them into their “correct” size, attitudes change, and gratitude rolls in. Possibly the best moment I’ve experienced so far was a sweetly written “thank you” from a friend of mine, who I had inspired to get fitted/answered questions for, etc. Her gratitude was heartwarming, and it brought tears to my eyes. I really felt like I was accomplishing something. I was helping people, and I want to keep doing so.

So there you have it. The crazy way that lingerie changed my life. Go on, roll your eyes.
Now, get over here and try on this bra… 😉

Has lingerie helped you? I’d love to hear your story, too.

Calling Shenanigans On “Discrimination”

A story has been floating around national news outlets that tells the tale of a teenage girl, booted from prom because of the size of her breasts.

High school senior Brittany Minder’s search for her perfect prom dress took her all the way to Canada, and subsequently got her reprimanded at her school dance. Here’s a photo of the dress in question:

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Brittany and her parents are hollering “discrimination”, stating that, while the school dress code clearly states that strapless dresses are allowed as long as cleavage and midriff are covered, the school and prom officials are unfairly targeting her because of her large bust. (I’d like to note before continuing that Brittany was not barred from the dance, just given a shawl to cover up with, and admitted alongside other students.)
Now, I can not stress how much I want to be on Brittany’s side. As a fellow busty-girl, I ever-so-desperately want to join in the chorus of outraged cries of discrimination.
But you see, I have eyes. I have two functioning eyes, and if you would go scroll up and take a gander at that photo, go on, I’ll wait…
…you will see that there is definitely cleavage on display. Copious amounts of cleavage, actually. And worse then that, it’s ill-fitting bodice cleavage. If that was her bra, I’d be admonishing her for a terrible fit, and trying to gently prod her into a properly fitting undergarment. There would be no side-boob or quad-boob in sight. Unfortunately, that is not the case. This isn’t a bra. This is a dress. And there’s side-boob galore. It doesn’t fit!
It is so painfully obvious to me that the damn bodice doesn’t fit properly, and yet everyone has their respective panties/boxer shorts/briefs in a bunch over this, shouting discrimination from the rooftops!
“Small busted girls didn’t have to cover up!”

Well no shit, Sherlock. Because small busted girls wouldn’t have cleavage like that on display. The dress code states no cleavage. Rules is rules, ya dig?

Don’t get me wrong, I get it. I’m a 34FF/32G on a good day, and I truly understand the woes of dressing a larger-chested figure. Sometimes it can be a hassle. Sometimes it can be expensive. But you know what? I make it work. There are so many blogs out there nowadays that outline places to shop that cater to a large busted woman. There are tailoring options galore. There are options. All one has to do is seek them out.
I understand that at 34FF/32G, I can not wear the same teeny tiny tops that my smaller busted 34B (though I’d reckon she’s actually more of a 32DD 😉 ) best friend can wear. And you know what? I ain’t mad. I don’t go around screaming indignantly of discrimination when flowy low-cut tops look chic on her, and downright indecent on me. And while I support a person’s right to wear what they choose, when you’re 18 years old and in high-school, the rules still apply to you! Until you graduate, you follow the damn rules. After you graduate, I don’t care if you do cartwheels in your prom dress on the front lawn of the school. Go on with your bad self, girl.

But until then? Quit calling discrimination and start calling it what it is: it doesn’t fit your body. Tailor it, make it work, or find something else. There is actual discrimination happening in this world, so quit whining about your prom dress and wise up.

Lingerie Lust List

It’s been a long time, readers, but I’m back with a vengence! Those two adorable, sweet, amazing little germ factories that I call my daily grind got me viciously sick, and I was laid out for quite some time. BUT! Now that I have regained the ability to breathe out of my nose (what a luxury it is!) and can move more then five inches without getting nauseous, I’m ready to jump back into this blogging game.

During the time I spent making sweet, sweet love to my bed and a box of Kleenex, I had countless hours to fill with Law & Order reruns. When SVU got old, I naturally turned to my favorite past time: undercrackers. And despite the fact that I am broke as a joke (Because I just sent the tax-man a hefty chunk of change via snail mail. Gotta keep the IRS happy, amirite?), a girl can dream. So, it is with great pleasure that I present to you: The Lingerie Lust List.

1. Kiss Me Deadly Paradise Long Line Girdle

Kiss Me Deadly has been on my mental lust list for a long while. They make some seriously sexy vintage-inspired lingerie, ranging from bras and panties to corsets and girdles. Alas, these 34FF’s do not fit into their standard size-range (32-38 A-DD), so I’ve been biding my time and scrimping my pennies, just waiting to see what new item would make me swoon. I needed something that would make me go “Ooh!”. And let me tell you…I got it.
Enter the Paradise Long Line Girdle.

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It is…..(wait for it….wait for it…) customizable! Each gorgeous girdle is printed with flowers and hummingbirds, and comes with a set of fabric paint, so that the piece can be customized to your liking. It’s like a paint-by-numbers. FOR YOUR BODY. (!!!) Breathable power mesh for shaping and six metal garter tabs for your stockings complete the package. Kiss Me Deadly has pretty much taken my childhood dreams, applied them to my adulthood addictions and come out with something amazing. At £55, this girdle is a little on the pricier side for those of us that dwell Stateside, and suffer the wrath of poor currency exchange. (Damn you, dollar!), but I have no hesitation shelling out that kind of cash for a product from a company with a long standing reputation for quality. The Paradise Longline is a limited edition item, and quantities are limited! So if you’re drooling over it like I am, pre-order it here!

2. The “Betty” set by Tutti Rouge

Ever since news of new British lingerie designer Tutti Rouge hit the web, the lingerie sector of the blogosphere has been buzzing. Word on the street was, this was a brand offering sexy, playful, pretty lingerie to the DD+ market, that was going to be affordable. Say what!? When Tutti Rouge released it’s teaser video for their new Spring/Summer 2013 line, it not only made me want to bake cookies in my underwear with my best friends, but it succeeded in accomplishing what I’d imagine was the main goal of the promo: I want it. I want all of it. I want it in my closet. If my panties looked like that, you can bet your bottom dollar that I’d garden in my undercrackers without hesitation. However, despite the major affordability of this line (the two bras released at this time are 49$ and 38$ respectively, which is less than what you’d spend in Hell at Victoria’s Secret.), this Nanny has bills. Bills that take precedence over undies. Thus, I have narrowed my original desires of “All of it” down to one: the Betty set.

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I had about fifty reasons lined up as to why I so desperately desire this piece of lingerie. I was going to talk about light padding, floral and ruffles, and two sets of hooks-and-eyes up to a G-cup, and a size range from DD cups up to HH cups (amazing!). But seriously, people? Do I have to say all that? Look at it. If you aren’t salivating just a tiny bit over this gorgeous piece of ruffled, floral-y goodness, then I question your sanity. (Ok, I’m exaggerating a little. But look at it!.)
Betty offers what many lingerie sets do not: she’s pretty, affordable (!!!), and comes in a great size range. What’s not to love? You can snag your own date with Betty here at Bravissimo.

3. Danielle from Parfait by Affinitas

I love me some Parfait by Affinitas, truly I do. I just managed to snag a free Casey set from Venusian Glow’s blog give-away (whoop whoop!), and I loved the Charlotte set so much that I bought both the padded plunge and the balconette. So naturally, with this kind of obsession in mind, you can imagine my excitement when Parfait released it’s SS13 lookbook.
I’ve experienced that take-your-breath away kind of love twice in my life. The first time was when I met my girlfriend, of course. The second was when I saw Danielle:

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Isn’t she lovely!? Dusty pink with ivory lace and button detailing, Danielle is available in a longline or a bralette (30-40 D-G), with matching shortie and high waist brief option (XS-XXL). This set has a wonderfully vintage feel, and I have dreams of lounging around in this and set of pearls, with my cat named Cat and Breakfast At Tiffanies on my television. You can grab your own set over at, and if you hurry, there’s even a 20% discount code!

4. WhateverTheHellThatLongLineIsCalled by Curvy Kate

A few days ago, someone posted this link to Lingerie Insight, which featured a sneak peek of What’s To Come at Curvy Kate. As a huge CK fan, I had to check it out. As a person with eyes, I nearly fell off my chair when I spotted this little number:

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If I had been in a movie, I’d have spit my drink out all over my computer screen in a very cinematic way, sputtering and choking from my excitement. Because, really people? That longline. Those stockings. That garter belt. Oh my. Be still my beating heart, I need you, Oh-Beautiful-Unnamed-Longline-Bra, and I need you now.
Except, you can’t always get what you want, apparently, because this spasm-inducing number isn’t available until Spring/Summer 2014. ONE YEAR FROM NOW. 365 days.
I don’t know what it’s called. I don’t know what it’s size range is (though I’d imagine it’s close to Curvy Kate’s usual size range, which is something like 28-38 D-K!). I don’t know how much it is, and I can’t send you anywhere to buy it. (Which has me conflicted, as I’d love to send Curvy Kate some well-deserved business, but…mine.) All I can tell you, lovely readers, is that exact millisecond that this piece of beautiful fabric construction is available for purchase, it will be mine. Hey, Curvy Kate! Shut up and take my money. 😉

And that, dear readers, is my current Lingerie Lust List for June 2013. In all actuality, there were going to be five items on this list, as I’m slightly OCD and have an affinity for multiples of 5. Alas, it is late. I am tired. I have two teething munchkins to care for in the early hours of tomorrow. Responsibility, ahoy!

Adulthood: 1 Jessica: 0