Straw in the Bra!

Oh the perils of straw in your bra! This is a real affliction that can really get on your tits!

What you choose to wear when you get up in the morning can set the tone of the day.  Normally days are hard enough without being constantly reminded  you are wearing that item.

Put your socks on in the morning, all good yes?, pop your wellies on and head out for the day, all still good then it starts to happen for me I am usually about 100 yards away from the house and slowly but surely one sock starts to creep down the leg, I think it’s fine pull it up and on i go but it starts again and before i know it, it is half way down my foot and if I am having an especially fab morning in bundles at my toes where it can not go any further.  By this time it is too late to change it I have to carry on till tea break or lunch, that’s not bad i hear you think but have you ever had a naked foot in a welly ugh yuck totally nasty and all I had to do was turn back when i got the first signs and change it but No.  I am not alone with this affliction, if you have never had this what is your secret?

Trousers, I tend to live in waterproof trousers so what underneath does not really matter visually for example leggings or trackie bottoms, now depending on your build you can look great and rock that look me however not so much, but I am blessed with the not giving f#@k gene. Comfort is number one priority, being able to bend over and when you do, not show your crack to your fellow workers, not having to pull them up every 2 secs is a bonus with that though comes your under crackers, now this may very well just be my issue but I have knickers of all sizes for all occasions and most of them are not suited for the farm.  The small ones (still not sure why I own small pants as I have a lot to cover) if I choose badly in the morning as getting dressed while still asleep is a skill I have not yet mastered I can spend most of the day with my trousers being the only thing holding them up and what makes for a particular sight is me walking strangely down the yard with hands down the trousers trying to recover the aforesaid knickers.  It’s lunch time, do i change them oh no that would be far too easy!!  Nighttime now this is the perfect opportunity for the knickers to be binned but yep you guessed right I don’t they go into the laundry basket to annoy me another day.

Lets talk straw in the bra!

No real straw!!

I am so happy that I am not the only one that suffers from this, I did make reference to it on Tv and once it’s on the BBC there is no going back!

Like my knickers I have bras for all occasions but mainly work as don’t get out that much and what I call my tidy ones are far too uncomfortable for the farm. It still leaves me in wonder how it gets in, I mean it’s not like that is all I have on, there is usually about another 3 or 4 layers but sure enough straw gets in.  Now the big bits are okay as they are easy to see and pull out, it’s the tiny wee jaggy bits that get stuck in the fabric.  It starts with a wee tickle that you can nearly ignore then seems to get really annoying so I just use my inner arm to brush against to see if I can dislodge discreetly, this has not worked yet, eventually the pure irritation takes over and I am found on the farm peering down my top trying to see if I can see the offending straw bit, once located one hand goes up the top and the other down the top and pure concentration starts.  The men are now quite used to this and just walk on by usually with a comment followed by an expletive from me except hubby who is always happy to lend a hand 🙂  This is all just the perils of work but the other day I escaped the farm to go bridesmaid dress shopping when much to my surprise my boob was itching, now standing in a very high end bridal store in my bra that has never made it to the farm perplexed me rather, then it hit me I washed it with hubby’s socks, big mistake 1.  You are not meant to machine wash your bra but I haven’t got the time for hand washing and for the price I have to pay for them I expect them to take anything 2. hubby’s socks are always covered in straw, long and the short of it it’s all his fault.  It can be said that possibly if the bra fitted properly then nothing could get in but if this was the case where would I keep my phone!  If in leggings or similar there are no pockets so what is a girl to do, but pop in her bra… My party trick is when a lorry driver, rep or some one looking for hubby appears and I need to phone him I just pull it out and their faces are priceless make the day worth while. Oh thought!  if I got the voice recognition to work I could just talk into my boobs haha you can tell what I will be doing later.

A x