Every day I, along with millions of women put on a bra, usually beige but sometimes black It’s sensible, satisfactory, and comfortable. Then soon after moving to France I became more and more hypnotized by all the French woman wearing assorted colored bra straps that were peeking out of their sundresses and T-shirts. Every day I would survey bra straps; the clear bra straps the young girls were wearing with tank tops, the gingham check with lace on the grocer’s wife, the green ivory the neighbor wore, the purple with roses on a friend, elegant black at night, and silky pink under a rose colored dress. Rarely, if ever did I see a plain white bra strap.
The insurance agent wearing a red sleeveless dress had a matching fire engine red bra strap sidle outside the sleeve glancing up at me as to say, “Aren’t I beautiful?” Wow I thought that bra strap really does have something to say.
I was used to buying my staple Wacoal beige bras at Nordstrom’s once a year. A comfortable bra to wear under white T-Shirts or work suits. No imagination and definitely no mystery. Being tantalized to find out more about French women and lingerie especially the bra, I began my own personal investigation.
Frenchwomen spend nearly twenty percent of their annual st louis cardinals zip up viking style hoodie budget on lingerie. In the U.S. the average st louis cardinals zip up viking style hoodie budget is $1759 a year. Twenty percent means that an average American woman should be spending $345 a year on lingerie. I personally am falling way below the average. Why is that I wonder. A product of the 70s when we were burning our bras? It was now thirty years later and I wanted something more, something these French women secretly knew and loved.
My various interviews with French women, proved my instincts right, every French woman believed with her heart and soul that wearing a beautiful lace or satin bra with matching underwear was the essence of looking and feeling good. It isn’t about the man (which some say it is), but about how they feel wearing cool silk on their warm skin, and a demi-cup where their cleavage glistens in the summer heat. After all the bra was invented in 1889 by a French woman who cut the midriff off her corset to allow for more waist movement. The French should know.
My personal research continued at the local mini-department store in Uzes. Trying on selected bras in the mid-price range in black and white lace, pink satin, and purple and blue flowers I decided upon all three. After all I have a budget of $345.
For the next week I wore each bra under a T-shirt, tank, and summer dress taking time to match the bra with the color top. I felt different somehow; more put together, more elegant, more French. Next I decided to pick up a few of the colored bras in the local marché (open market) for a mere 5 Euro a piece. Soon I found out you do get what you pay for and the marché 5 Euro bras were fun but vexatious and ill fitting. A 10 Euro experiment, I told myself.
Passing the two French lingerie stores in town I stared in the windows drooling over the beautifully designed Chantall and Aubade bras displayed in the window with the book “L’Art d’Aimer” Lessons in Seduction, tucked in close by. A white lace bra with green leaves and plum cherries and an orange and white gingham bow and straps edged in black jumped out at me. I loved that bra. It made me feel jubilant and impish and I was only looking in the window. Opening the door I boldly walked in and asked to try on the bra in the window.
Slipping into the dressing room I wiggled into the bra and realized it was a demi-cup, something I don’t usually wear. But wow, did it look flirtatious and whimsical. It held me firm while showing off my upper half and oh how soft it felt against my skin. I turned and twisted in the mirror seeing if I could run to the bus (not that I ever run to the bus), dance, and jump without falling out daring it to say “you shouldn’t buy me.” Do I dare. At 75 Euro ($100 with exchange rate) it was going to put a big dent in the lingerie budget I just formed.
The woman shopkeeper was kind and politely asked if I would like to have matching underwear. Personally I’d wondered about all the matching underwear I saw, but had been too thrifty to buy it. My Victoria Secret three for $10 had done just fine up to now. For now I’d pass.
The next six months I pranced around in my economical, moderate and expensive bras and loved every minute. Jean loved it too and especially admitted the tres cher bra was the most beautiful on me. So money does pay I thought keeping that in mind for the next shopping spree.
Underwear however was another thing. So my investigation took me further. I tried a string bikini but could never get the hang of it even though I read recently that it is not the breast that is getting the most attention these days but the fessé, otherwise known as the buttock. I soon came to find out that the French would no longer wear underwear that didn’t match the bra then wear two different color chicago bears hawaiian shirt. It was unheard of. Did it really make a difference if you wore matching underwear? Was it more important to feel elegant and sexy than to be sensible? Evidently the British are thinking so ever since Bridget Jones. One report stated that the British are now spending more than the French, Germans, Italians, and Spanish on lingerie and definitely more than the Americans.
Returning to my favorite lingerie store during their January winter sale when the coveted 75 Euro bras were on sale for 50% off, I wondered if now was the time to indulge in matching underwear as well. A leopard silk bra trimmed with beige lace was just waiting for me in my size. The saleswoman smiled as she proudly brought me a matching pair of underwear on sale as well. “C’est bon prix.” It is a good price. Yes I thought I have to have it. Instead of wrapping up the package I told the saleswoman I wanted to wear it. Bien Sur, Of course she said with a smile that insinuated, “You must be meeting a man.”.
Walking out of the store and down the street in my leopard lingerie I was concentrating on how it felt; soft, silky, playful, and sexy. I swayed to miss a dog and danced around a tree whistling a song I just heard on the radio. I then realized I was smiling at everyone I met. Bonjour monsieur, Bonjour Madame. They smiled back, and I wondered if just possible they knew my secret of the matching leopard bra and underwear.
write by Christopher