>Style Dare: The Cleavage Caddy
>This post originally appeared on HerNashville.com.
I’ve never been one to store things in my bra. I’ve got quite enough in there already, if you get my drift, not to mention a closet full of purses and scads of clothes that come with a revolutionary addition called…
POCKETS.
For a while my son thought my bra was nothing more than a handy way to warm up his mitts when I was carrying him, but other than that, nothing has ever gone into my bra other than … well… what was supposed to go there.
At least until this latest Style Dare.
For thirty dollars, I could buy extra pockets for my bra! Pockets that would add jutting credit card corners and lumpy dollar bills to the outline of my bust! Who wouldn’t want to take this dare? I placed my order right away!
In the promotional photo, the Cleavage Caddy is filled with lipstick, a pen, and other indecipherable items which I’ve determined to be a stick of deodorant and several packs of matches. Hey, to each her own. I’ll admit I had visions of filling my own Cleavage Caddy with one of those neverending handkerchiefs magicians like to pull from their sleeves. Talk about a great bar trick!
However, I began my Cleavage Caddy odyssey by filling it with just one thing– my credit card. That’s because the pockets of my Cleavage Caddy were smaller than I’d thought they would be; even my card wouldn’t go all the way inside it. Instead, it jutted out uncomfortably, catching on the handle of my handbag when I threw it over my shoulder and sticking out of the hemline of my dress.
My husband reluctantly agreed to accompany me and take pictures as I put my Cleavage Caddy to use. We went to Walgreens and picked up a few things, I took them up to the cashier, and that was when I realized the Cleavage Caddy’s fatal flaw.
I was going to have to reach into my bra in front of the cashier to pay for this stuff! Awkward.
The clerk, a woman in her sixties, noticed what I was doing and quickly averted her eyes.
For the rest of the transaction.
She did, however, chuckle, when I attempted to fit my receipt into my Cleavage Caddy.
NEVER AGAIN.
And if you see a Cleavage Caddy pop up on Freecycle soon, well, you’ll know exactly where it came from.
Style Dare= Complete.
