A week of bras

I have had a pretty good bra week. My boyfriend (have to think of appropriate nickname for him on here - my friends call him Frandy as a sort of amalgamation of the two of us, whaddya think?) asked me what I wanted for Valentines Day. I said I wanted a bra. But I also insisted that I go with him to buy it because I wanted it to fit.

In my head I wanted a red, satin wonderbra. However, when I arrived at Debenhams, no such thing appeared to exist. Tricky. I did manage to find a bitchin' black satin wonderbra and a red Debenhams 'Ultimate' gel bra.

It was immediately clear to me that I had to have both of these. So I made puppy dog eyes and told Frandy I really needed the Wonderbra but I knew he wanted me to have a red bra (I know, so obvious). He said he could only get me one. I looked sadly at him and he walked up to the counter with both of them. Teeheehee.

Here they are...

For some reason the black one hasn't come out too well, but trust me it's fab. Anyhow, during this bra shopping I saw some very funky sports bras (needed a white one cos the black one looks pretty dumb underneath my white aertex). I could tell Frandy was bra-ed out so I left them for the interim and sneakily returned the next day and bought a lovely sensible brassiere.

And yes, I have a picture of that one too.

I realise the lighting looks a bit funny. I'm not sure why. I think it may have been my general devilishness shining red light...