Cupper or Twizzler?

All of us women fall into one of these categories. I was always a committed cupper. Right from the moment when (far too young) I learned to fasten my bra. I remember it well the blue or pink gingham shining through my primary school shirt causing great excitement and embarrassment in equal measure.
What brings me back to all of this was a trip, yesterday to Glasgow, the big smoke and the mecca for all things shopping. The train was delayed as always giving time for this.......

Sugar magazine let me tell you has a lot to answer for...... It was declared that a new bra was required. A particular bra indeed. As this was unlikely to fit and, lets be truthful here I didn't want to spend precious Glasgow time in M & S we went to Lewis's. Eventually after much trying on and persuading the very nice but bossy assistant that at 13 you really don't want to wear a skin coloured anything never mind a Triumph, the deed was done and we had 2 beautiful bras in the bag. Then the problem started. Having been so successful I decided that I would like a new one too. I should have kept my mouth shut.....
I was measured, prodded, told how well I had done to "survive". I should have left.... I stayed!
Bra after bra was brought out. The woman was on a mission....
At one point I was told that I needed to watch my weight now that I was getting on..... Ok so I'm not in the first flush but I'M NOT THAT OLD! Anyway why oh why was she trying to stuff me into a 32 B when I haven't been that size since I was 11.
None of this was helped by the fact that twizzling is not the done thing in bra fitting stakes. I have no choice due to being unable to reach and fasten properly at the moment. (I am working on it honestly) and so said assistant was fastening each of these monstrosities for me.
I have a dread, a deep dread of the Triumph Doreen. The highlight of the "comfy" bra world..... If you are an aged granny perhaps. (Sorry all grannies). Not only that but it was the first bra I had to wear after my op last year and I wasn't going there again. The assistant got upset and said how good a bra it was...... Sorry but no. In the end we came away with 2 beautiful daughter bras. (Am I jealous? Yes!!!!). I am now the proud owner of a Triumph and wait for it because it gets better...... A Playtex  Fits so well. (They have given up on the phrase "cross your heart"... too twee). Ok so they fit and what can I say.... comfortable but the are HORRIBLE.
Anyway just as well we went to other places and could drink in this......

And this

And this