A couple of weeks ago I wrote about something my friend Barbara Johnson shared with me – “Cinderella is proof that shoes make the woman.” I wholeheartedly agree with this.
After having read that blog my pal Bill Waugh remarked, “Beer makes the man.” I think I pretty much agree with that as well. Both statements I believe qualify as truisms – in that they are pretty much self-evident truths.
Well, I think I need to add another truism to the list. Today I purchased this fabulous leopard print bra (my first ever leopard print bra) and having put it on I can tell you this – “A woman in a leopard bra is a force to be reckoned with.” Oh yeah – that’s what I am saying. It is the equivalent of strapping on A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E – one bra strap at a time.
You doubt me? Fine – if you must – test my theory. I believe any woman who has worn a leopard print bra and any man who has dealt with a woman in a leopard print bra can confirm my statement, but if you doubt me you really should conduct your own study.
Really think about it though…leopard is wild, animalistic, unpredictable, untamed…leopard is Brigitte Bardot…leopard is sexy, hot, insatiable…leopard is sex kitten…oh, yes – leopard is A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E. It goes to follow that the characteristics of leopard print transfer to the wearer – especially in an undergarment; indeed, the print is no doubt selected exactly because the wearer wants to conjure up all those characteristics. Oh my – can you say “Meow?”
Bras come in all shapes, sizes, colors and prints. I have had a wide variety of bras over my decades of bra wearing – some practical, some wildly impractical… some that were plain, some that were beautiful to behold…some that were terribly comfortable, some that were patently uncomfortable. The thing is, when you are wearing a special bra you know it and your inner sexy emanates outward.
To recap, shoes may make the woman, beer may make the man, but a leopard bra – well that makes for a powerful meow.
Day six hundred and twenty of the new forty – obla di obla da