Beware the Ides of March! Seriously, dude even had advance warning and he still wasn't watching his back...

Beware the Ides of March! Seriously, dude even had advance warning and he still wasn't watching his back...

Hello Swimwear and Lingerie buddies!

Happy Thursday to all of you and watch your back it is, after all, the Ides of March.

Et Tu Brute?

Et Tu Brute?

I have a coworker who wants to make this a themed-kind of holiday that is worthy of celebrating the good old fashioned way.

Clearly these folks have been training too hard for tonight's celebration of the Ides of March!

Clearly these folks have been training too hard for tonight's celebration of the Ides of March!

In order to show her acknowledgement of poor old Julius Caesar on this, his “Assassination Day“, she would like everyone to raise a drink in his name.

A Toast! Hey now, this isn't the Rocky Horror Show, no chucking of baked goods!

A Toast! Hey now, this isn't the Rocky Horror Show, no chucking of baked goods!

That drink, of course, is the Caesar. {gag}

A Caesar! Good luck getting the tomatoe juice stains out in the wash!

A Caesar! Good luck getting the tomatoe juice stains out in the wash!

Mostly because it’s named after him, is bloody-ish, and obviously because there just aren’t enough holidays in a given calendar year that call for alcoholic merry making.

The Mighty Caesar!

The Mighty Caesar!

I won’t be indulging in the imbibing portion of the celebrations, I just can’t get past the whole clam sweat thing. {Seriously…how does that even happen? Did someone actually say, “You know what would make drinking cold tomato soup even more disgusting? Let’s add in the essence of clams!” Clearly the drink is based on a dare! ugh!}

… wait, what are we supposed to be doing here?

Oh right, Fitting Tip Thursday, sorry I was disrtacted by the need to promote a brand new and obscure Canadian-created holiday to everyone.

Well, you will no doubt be surprised to know that my whole little history lesson and bar tending tirade were not completely off topic.

Nope, I was actually going somewhere with all of that. {Truly, my creative genius is in fine form today!}

Seriously...

Seriously...

Since we need a Fitting Tip in the Jeff Foxworthy style of public education and today is the Ides of March, which is all about watching your back, we will focus on band size.

Stuff changes, things grow, others shrink... try to keep up!

Stuff changes, things grow, others shrink... try to keep up!

If you haven’t bothered to ensure that your daily support lingerie has kept pace with your continuing development from puberty to middle age and faint more often than a victorian silent film star with an overly ambitiously laced corset…

Sweetie must be high strung!

Sweetie must be high strung!

…due to the compression on your ribcage from a bra bad that fits conveniently into the permanent stripes around your torso created from years of painful denial…

She'd probably faint more often if she could see the tissue damage she's doing, by not having a properly fit bra!

She'd probably faint more often if she could see the tissue damage she's doing, by not having a properly fit bra!

…and your back more closely resembles the multi-tubular curves of the Michelin man due to the unfortunate re-organization of your natural proportions as they try to escape the punitive constriction of your support garments…

Both Venus and the Michelin Man would like to remind you that proper support and fit in your lingerie and undergarments is an essential wardobe truth!

Both Venus and the Michelin Man would like to remind you that proper support and fit in your lingerie and undergarments is an essential wardobe truth!

Deep breath lovelies, it’s that time again. {ffffffffffttttp} And all together now!

Deep Breath! Oh and someone tell her, she needs to support her boobies.

Deep Breath! Oh and someone tell her, she needs to support her boobies.

…… It might be time to get a bra fitting!

Cheers,

Maggie

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