I have to admit, this was one of the most fun blog posts I’ve written in a long time. It basically consisted of online shopping, but without the budget or guilt. Best thing ever! I’ve simply put together the top 10 bras that I would pick if I were to ask for lingerie for Christmas. You may not agree with my choices, but it may give you some ideas of what to ask Santa for, or even what to pick up for your significant other.
It’s fairly well documented on this blog that I’m pretty obsessed with lingerie (duh!). But it’s not all about pretty bows and eyelash lace – it’s so much more than that. I’m 100% in the ‘the perfect bra can change your life’ camp, and I’ll unashamedly and unapologetically chat all day long (or for two whole years to the interweb to anyone willing to read) about it. One of the founding posts which helped chisel and shape this blog into what it is today was my High Street Fitting Challenge. Written on the 18th October, 2010, it’s to this day one of my most popular and talked about blog posts. And here’s why I think that is. Most women in the UK – and across the World for that matter – hear about how important it is to go get fitted into your bras. We hear, probably every time we enter Marks & Spencer for our weekly dose of Percy Pigs, that ‘80% of women are wearing the wrong sized bra’. But what about those of us who are ‘getting fitted’ but still not completely happy with how their lingerie fits and feels?
This post doubles up as my entry to Undercover Lingerista’s bloggiversary competition, as well as a last minute reminder for those who are yet to enter. There is a huge pool of prizes and you only have until midnight tonight, so get typing! I’ve picked the Panache Cleo ‘George’ as the bra that changed my life for two reasons.
Today you might have received a beautiful set of lingerie from your dear other half, or perhaps you’re decided the best way to spend Valentines is to celebrate/comiserate (arguably both) about the joys/perils otf singledom with a lovely sexy set of frills, lace, polka dots, ribbons *sighs and looks whimsically out of the window and wonders why any woman would need a man when she’s got lingerie…