i was dragged kicking and screaming to the bra shop by Maria and my daughter Kate. they were determined to "uplift" me, so in I go to the magic room lined with bras of every hue, shape and size. with the tape-measure lady advancing on me, she measured me and pulled out a bra from the box and told me to try it on. into the cubicle, tried it on and then had to present myself half-naked to the ladies..."Voila!" four more bras of incredible beauty and color were pulled out, back to the room i went to try on another. pulled back the curtain, presented myself half-naked again to the gathering audience of bra-worshippers. it was definately a thumbs up, or more accurately a 'tits up' experience! so after the ahhs and ooohs, i decided on two bras and one slip (undies) of incredible beauty, but on my way out i had to slip a 3-pack of white nipple-hugger undies in for old time's sake. since the bras had no prices marked on them, i knew i was in trouble. and as they pulled the chair out for me to sit down in, i realized i had spent more on two bras and one pair of undies in one day than i had in ten years of underwear buying. but now i know why the French woman always has that dirty little smile on her face!