Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Discovering I actually have a cleavage

... has made me realise the importance of having a fitting and supportive bra.

Six years of wearing nursing bras, and I seem to have totally forgotten how to wear a "normal" bra, much less choose one. Oh, I know there are underwired and really well-designed nursing bras out there, but, I dunno... I've always been afraid of getting plugs so I never dared to even try a wired one, and I haven't found a non-wired one with padding which I looked good in (IMO). Besides, and most importantly, my priority was always comfort and ease of undoing.

But I've had enough! I am sick of wearing bra cups which keep sliding around (and how do you adjust a wayward bra cup in public??). And heck, Ruvie's already 2.5yo, I can stop wearing nursing bras!

So I got myself to Plaza Sing today and tried out the Triumph bras at John Little's (15% storewide discount except for Triumph products, can ya believe it???). Maximiser, Sloggi, Tshirt Bra, all felt rather weird, or rather, I felt rather weird in them. I guess I've been too used to the unsupported look I usually sport. I went off to get a snack and mull over it.

Hey-hey! Guess what I passed on my way down to the basement - a Wacoal boutique! If there is one brand I remember my mom ever saying, it's Wacoal, although from young I'd always thought it sounded so... unposh. Recently though, I was asking a well-endowed cousin for recommendations, and she too, touted this brand to make the most natural-looking, supportive and comfortable bras she ever had. She would know, she's got a model's figure.

After my fishcake, I went straight to Wacoal and asked the very motherly looking assistant to find something to fit my requirements (preferably no lace, half-cup, simple). All I can say is, she knew what she was doing, unlike the assistant at John Little's. Their fitting rooms are rigged so that you can press a button for help with fitting and, er, arranging your bosom. I must have learnt more about bras from that half hour I spent in there than all the 17 years post-puberty. I left Plaza Sing without going back to JL or putting my foot into the ERO downstairs (which I saw too but forgot about after hitting Wacoal), a hundred dollars poorer but everlastingly happier (hey they didn't cost as much as I'd expected either).

Thank you Ms Lim! And you are so nice and patient. I will learn from you (and I will remember to care for my bras with love and tenderness).

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Looking back on myself

So I've been a mother for six years already? The one thing I can remember most about parenting Ray is that from the start, I wished she'd grow up faster, whereas for Ruvie, I wish he'd stay a baby forever (although I doubt we'd be able to carry him for long if he were always THAT heavy). It might have something to do with the timing of the arrival of the babies... IYKWIM.

Most days I feel I'm a terrible mother; there are hardly days when I can honestly say I've been good. Recently a close cousin commented that even she could see that I treat the boy better than the girl *gulp* And then I had to admit it to myself. Sometimes I am so strict with her that I wonder if she begins to feel that I don't love her. I have to keep reminding myself - don't micromanage, allow for creativity and expression of personality, as long as it's not too messy and not wrong just let her do it. Treat her with more respect.

Oh dear, it's getting hard to blog with the kids climbing all over me.

Happy 6th birthday to Rayzel

9 March. She had her party in school in the morning, and after that we brought her to the library (she'd been asking for some time) and then to Sakura for her fav foods.

So how has she changed over the last year? For one thing, she's more responsible towards her brother. She has a better idea of how to look after him, and I suspect she learnt more from her best friend than she knows. She can get rather forgetful sometimes, and also very careless, and often teaches Ruvie dangerous things (like standing and leaning over the back of the sofa) (and gets shouted at for that), but she is more considerate towards others, and of course more self-dependent.

Academically, she seriously needs to brush up on her Chinese and Mandarin. She speaks Mandarin like a foreigner, eew. I'm supposed to converse with her in Mandarin, but I keep forgetting. However, she's managed to memorise a Chinese nursery rhyme about a crab crossing the river. 床前明月光 is still way beyond her though, mainly because she doesn't understand what it means.