Suzanne Carillo

You will not see me wearing halter top dresses often.

My fibromyalgia makes any kind of pressure around my neck impossible to bear. So I need to wear a strapless bra. I am not a fan of strapless bras. They make me nervous. I feel like any moment there might be a wardrobe malfunction.

I have finally found a strapless bra that I can wear.

This boob brace has one problem though, it looks pretty on its own full of frilly lace, which is fine…as long as I don't try to actually wear anything on top of the bra.

At which point I now have prickly pears.

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Or bumpy alien boobs.

Or insanely wicked chest acne.

A bit like I'm wearing a tamer version of this bra

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I guess when they design some underwear they don't actually think of what it will look like under clothes.

Something I thought would have been taught in the first class of learning how to design underwear.

Now you're looking right at them aren't you? I tried to distract you with the flowers but I highly doubt that worked.

I'm hoping that the wild pattern on this dress can camouflage the prickly bits.

Have you ever found you've bought a bra that looks horrible under clothing?

Linking up with the lovely Patti over at Visible Monday

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Our fridge is dying a slow painful death. Coughing and sputtering…barely holding on.

When we pulled it out of its custom fit spot there were no dust bunnies…there were full grown monster hares. These things had teeth, enormous feet as big as a kangaroo and resembled the Were Rabbit.

Bunnies that big aren't so cute anymore. Although I like anything Wallace and Gromit.

Shopping for a new fridge isn't fun and exciting like clothes or shoe shopping.

Shopping for a fridge is frustrating,

boring

and stressful.

Look… Zoe is so bored with the whole idea that she went and dug up smelly stuff in the garden.

Also since it is a custom fitted fridge it is like searching for the holy grail. Did you know that fridges aren't standard sizes?

Oh no.

That'd be too easy!

They are all different sizes.

1/2" less here

1/4" more there

Basically you can be assured that if you like the fridge…it will not be the correct size to fit in the hole in your kitchen without having to do some major renovations.

And the sales assistants?

Let's just say that shopping online has never been more appealing.

I decided this outfit is the proper attire for fridge shopping.

Simple, comfortable and pain free.

I can buy a pair of boots or a dress in 1 second flat. No worries, no afterthoughts. Stuff like this though…it takes more let's say…

strategy.

The Five Stages Of Buying Something Major Or Making A Big Decision

1. Denial & Procrastination.

We convince ourselves it's not really that bad or important, so we can ignore the problem longer. I must admit my husband is much better at this than I am.

2. Resentful defeat.

We realize we can no longer ignore the issue. The problem isn't going to magically fix itself. Despite our best efforts we are forced to take action.

3. Overcompensating research.

We need all the facts to make the best decision. I am tasked with looking at all research online, in store, family members or simply strangers that want to add their two cents.

4. Frustration.

All the research backfires. Instead of making me feel like I'm making a well informed decision I am now overwhelmed and confused. Bombarded with conflicting views and more choices. Should I trust the opinion of "Jackofnotrades" or "Punkrockersdoitbest"? I thought I'd narrowed it down to just 3 models but after visiting another 2 stores discovered 4 more models to choose from. What about that salesperson that said they were giving me, "The best deal of your life!" Was I a crazy limp-minded fool for walking away from the best deal of my life?

5. Snap decision.

I am totally exhausted and frustrated. All that research is whizzing around in my brain and I feel like I'm on that ride at from the Fair that I loved/hated as a kid. The one where you go round and round in circles backwards until you are delirious and just want to hurl your guts out.

I still can't believe I paid money to go on that ride!

I want off the decision making ride.

I want the decision made.

NOW.

I was at step five yesterday when we went to Home Depot…for the fourth time in as many days. This is how it went down…

This stupid fridge is making my life and bowels miserable. Literally. I haven't had fresh fruit or veg in a week. I think I might be anemic. Maybe I have scurvy. I can't go on.

Wait!

Oh hel-lo!

What is this I see? A brand new, dare-I-say-it… sexy fridge?

Sleek and smooth.

All that fresh veg storage is making me kinda hot!

What about the pull out freezer shelves? Swoon!

That digital temperature control is making my knees tremble.

I need this fridge. I deserve this fridge.

The George Clooney of all fridges.

It must be mine.

It shall be mine.

I don't care if it doesn't really fit.

I will

make.

it.

fit.

Decorative custom cupboard detailing be damned. Just how hard is it to "unglue" wood anyhow? (Don't tell me. I may cry.)

In the end our my decision had very little to do with the extensive research I did, and much more to do with my gut. Literally. My stomach was crying out in pain saying it needed food that didn't come out of a can or box.

This is what we bought…