As I was loading up my newly assembled wardrobe drawers, I realised that I have an awful lot of bras – hardly any of which I actually wear.
A not-so-quick count revealed that, including the one I’m wearing now, I actually have 44 bras.
It also dawned on me that I’ve been wearing a bra for about three-quarters of my life (excluding sleep time – and obviously not the same one).
Truth is that I hate wearing a bra but as I’m way too busty to go without, finding the perfect bra has become a bit of an obsession.
So now what should I do with the vast number of bras that I’ll probably never wear again?
I think whoever made this ball had the same dilemma.