Friday, January 24, 2014


It's been a depressing couple of weeks for women d'un certain âge, what with the Gallic love rat story and then having Kate Moss pictures pop up everywhere - enough, if you are not armed with a sizeable current account, to make you want to give up, really. After all, even the irrepressible Silvio is ensconced in a Lake Garda beauty salon as I write and one can't help wondering if he'll emerge looking like Joan Rivers.

We lesser mortals must do what we can and when a girl has to buy a bra she has to buy a bra, so it was onward and upward [hopefully] for me as I headed for the bra sale yesterday. I had regarded this as a chore and certainly did not expect the experience to cheer me up, as in the UK it's only all right to be a C cup or above if you are Nigella. Here, though, it's a different matter and I was quite pleased when the assistant called my bosom abbondante and proceeded to bring me some very pretty specimens.

Abbondante is so much better than "big"!


Claude said...

Thank you so much for making me smile on this very cold and gray winter day. I will share that beautiful word with my older sisters who have been teasing me unmercifully, since the age of 12, for "un gros buste". It made me feel so self-conscious until I reached maturity and sensed a tinge of jealousy in the remark. I learned then to laugh with them for my fully rounded shape.

Abbondante brings to mind richness, flavour and generosity. Life has taught me that, in some areas, it's much better to have a bit too much than not enough. Bravo for Italy, and your cheerful post!

Welshcakes Limoncello said...

Dearest Claude, I'm so glad I made you smile! I totally empathise - here's to "abbondante"!

Lee said...

When it comes to buying a new bra or is very bad if the term "my cup runneth over" applies.

It matters not the size; just that it is the right size!

Welshcakes Limoncello said...

Absolutely right, Lee.


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