Sunday, 14 April 2013

Proud of my little boobies bra

I wasn't going to write another blog until I finished my thesis (well, the first draft anyway) but .... I made my own bra! ... and I wanted to share.

I like to joke that when I finish my MSc I'm going to start a company making bras for the not-so-well-endowed called "Proud of my Little Boobies Bras". Maybe PomLiBoB for short. I'm not even finished my degree yet and now I already have a prototype!

I imagine most women reading this, no matter what size or shape, will be able to relate to the difficulty of finding a bra that fits well. Those of us on the smaller end of the spectrum are no different. When I do find a bra in a store that fits me, they often have 1" of padding. No, that's not an exaggeration. I don't want to look bigger than I am, I just want a bra that will provide a teeny, tiny bit of support and stop my n--- (I don't want to get caught by the pornography filters by using the 'n' word in this blog so I'll use goatmilkinggirl code) - stop my teats from poking through a t-shirt.

My parents are some of my few readers and this may not be what my dad was hoping to read about, but his genes did contribute to my predicament.

I learned how to use a new stitch on my sewing machine while making this. It's a straight stitch that has some stretch to it for sewing elastic. The machine does two stitches forward then one back - which I was loving until it took me ages to rip a seam out. It's amazing how much the machine can do with cams (it's from the 70s and not electronic). In case Santa Claus is reading, a serger would also be useful and would add that professional touch.

So here's my bra. It's not pretty but I wanted something to wear under light-coloured t-shirts in the summer. Bra #2 will be prettier. I did find a black bra like this in the store and it was called a 'bralette'. I thought this was a new type of bra but it may just be a re-branded training bra. Oh well, whatever works.


Thursday, 28 March 2013

What is a goatmilkinggirl?

Les chèvres me manque! (Translation: I miss goats!) That's what happens when you're a goatmilkinggirl stuck in the city.

I set up this blog in 2007 with the intention of writing about goatmilkinggirl's adventures in online dating but I decided instead to use old-fashioned email for my stories. Now here I am six years later (married) writing my first blog post. I'm finishing an MSc degree and busy writing my thesis so what better time to start a blog?!

I've loved animals as long as I can remember but my love affair with goats began in 2006 while spending several months milking goats in France. That's when I became the goatmilkinggirl. I returned home with strong wrists, one stitch in my buttocks (not goat related), new French vocabulary and a special spot in my heart for goats.

A short time later I moved from the small ski town where I had been living to the city in the hopes of getting a real job (in my field). The real job didn't exactly work out but here I am still in the city. How is that possible six years later? This city has been good for one thing at least: There's now another big, hairy mammal who has a special spot in my heart and it rivals the goats' in size!

goatmilkinggirl noun A female who is adept at milking goats (even though she may live in the city and may not have had quality goat time in ages).