Series: Life's too short....

 This seems to be a theme in my messages with friends and loved ones.

Whether we're talking about the pandemic...

Or even something else entirely.

Perhaps this thinking comes with maturing age?

One can only think so.

Either way...

Here's some sage (or not so sage) advice I've learned along the way.

Life's too short: Series 1

Life is too short...

....to wear uncomfortable undergarments.

Go ahead...

snicker,  

scoff...

laugh...

but, dang it...

it's true.

Most of the worst days I've had, I'm dealing with VPL* or waistband rolling, or pinching...

...or underwire digging, or shoulder straps falling...       

...or the wrong size- so their falling down, or constricting my breathing...

I mean...it's a valid point.

It is important to have as #1?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

The perfect undergarments = a good start to a potentially good day.

Bad undergarments = even if the day was good, it's still annoying...

...and draws constant attention to ill-fitting bits-holding.

Recently, I had had enough.  My closet was full of cheap bras I picked up off the clearance rack.  They didn't fit right.  I tried to be a good steward of the $4-6 I wasted...but it's just wasted money.  They had to go.  I found my favorite bra, researched the best price, and went out to find one of every color.  Boom.

Same with underwear.  Now, that was a slightly more expensive and extensive endeavor.  It involved more  measuring, and some trial and error.  I finally found them, though.  My favorites.  

(and now they have been retooled and nothing like the originals...so, I have a total of 6 good pairs that I love...but hey, it's a start)

A good day begins with good undergarments.

And life's too short to not have a good day. 

*Visible Panty Lines