Last week I finally made the pilgrimage to the Queen’s brassiere, Rigby & Peller, for a bra-fitting after reading about Karen’s experience on Did You Make That like over a year ago. I meant to go sooner. But I know I’d only trust the branches that are in the snootier part of town, and I never visit those part of town. Too Upper East Side (in NYC parlance) for my taste.
What finally got me off my behind was my upcoming birthday present from my DOH. This year I asked for help making a replacement for Big Bertha, my Duct Tape Double, who sadly passed away this last week. I thought if I’m going to get taped up I might as well see if something can be done to prop up my girls, who have been heading south ever since I hit 40.
And the (surprisingly young) Fitting Assistant did not disappointed. As Karen pointed out, they don’t use tape measure at R&P. These girls are trained to determine your size by observing your body & rack shape and how your current bra fits (if you’re wearing one at the time of fitting – no, thankfully I didn’t have to flash the FA). And she pleased me by announcing that I’m a D on a smaller band size rather than the A-B on the larger band sizes that I’ve been wearing thanks to misinformation from the standard bra sizing charts. I’m pleased because it reinforces my current theory that I should be sewing with a FBA’ed size 8, rather than a standard B-cup size 12. And doubly pleased because all those expensive Vogue designer patterns that I’ve stupid cut out to size 8 decades ago will now be salvageable.
Obviously I won’t flash you either. But I can report that the band now sit level, the underwires fit right against my rib cage under my girls, and there are no longer gaps at the top edges of the cups. My old bras use to ride up in the back and I’d get gaps at the top of the cups which made me think that the cup was too big. In fact it was the opposite. Who would have known!
R&P ain’t cheap. But I was hoping once I got a well-fitting bra I might one day attempt making my own, like so many of you are doing. Unfortunately the two I went for are both molded cups. Maybe next time then.
So, do my girls defy gravity now? Well, there’s no turning back the clock completely. But I think I do detect the slightest rebellious lift…
What do you think? Have you ever been professionally fitted?
P.S. Now I just need a bit of bum padding. (Oh damn you gravity!)