Bless her – the poor girl will be getting a complex.
Doris (my brand new Lady Valet dressform) is fab. I love her to bits. But her boobs just aren’t big enough. When she arrived this week I measured myself and faithfully dialled those measurements onto Doris. I proudly showed her off to hubby and said “look – she’s the same shape as me now”.
“Actually, she’s not” he said “you’re not that shape at all”. Well, I suppose he would know.
I measured myself again and checked against Doris’s dials. Everything seemed to be correct so what was the problem?
Then I realised – I’m an E cup and poor old Doris is about a B. The measurements were right but the curves weren’t. What to do?
Do what any self-respecting girl does - get a padded bra!
By the way – that rotten velvet bodice has been reconciled to the carrier bag. I genuinely don’t think I’ll ever be able to sew with velvet again.
