Sometimes You Just Have to Rack It!

So, the other day at work one of my quotes came back to me. Usually when that happens it's something inane that I said, like when I told The Blonde One very earnestly, "You get what you receive." Yes, yes you do. Sigh. Anyhoo, at work on Tuesday, my friend BOASt (that's Boobs On A Stick, but it's meant in the nicest way possible), complimented me on my ensemble. I made some mumbling comment about my cleavage and BOASt replied, "As my good friend (The Material Girl) once said, sometimes you just have to rack it!" I laughed out loud. It's true, though, sometimes you do. Keep in mind that I spent the first 28 years of my life without much rack to speak of (I was a modest 34B until becoming pregnant with LooLoo). I have spent the last 7 years (due to pregnancy, nursing and excess adipose tissue) as a 36C or D. I realize that a 36C is not exactly porn-star sized, but it's definitely cleavage-inducing, which is still a foreign concept to me. I've never been one to go without a bra, but now I can't. And, there is a definite difference depending on the bra I wear, as push-ups now actually have something to push-up and they do it with a vengence. It can actually get a little bit horrifying.

Continued from two weeks ago:
Tuesday - red v-neck ribbed sweater, black pants, black pointy-toed stilettos
Wednesday & Thursday - nothing worth writing home about - probably a long-sleeved tee, definitely jeans and fUggs

Last week:
Monday - light blue camisole and long-sleeved wrap shirt, khaki cords, silver hoops, silver and shades of blue necklace, brown high-heeled boots
Tuesday - nude camisole with gold flecks, red wrap shirt, oatmeal cardigan, black skinny jeans, black belt with gold buckle, shades of red bead necklace, garnet studs, black pointy-toed stilettos
Wednesday - teal old-lady tracksuit, as I was home sick
Thursday - some sort of long-sleeved shirt, dark-rinse jeans (Old Navy), brown belt, brown suede fUggs