So, my mother and I had a very fruitful visit to that bastion of brassieres, the famous Rigby & Peller. One wonders exactly how the Queen gets her underwear fitted there with any dignity, since the process of having your bra size measured is hardly modest, with one or two assistants literally scooping bosoms into cups.
Anyway, we were soon reassured as to the impeccable skills of this company. The fitters were professional and knew what they were talking about. There was, crucially, no pressure to buy, which of course resulted in us spending bigtime.
I was pronounced a 34DD-E for everyday bras, which seems about right, and was remeasured as a 32D for basque wedding underwear as it needs to be tighter to pull you in under the dress. I promptly repurchased my wedding undergarments (it all sounds so Victorian, but that's weddings for you) and realised how very wrong the wedding shop had been measuring me for the same underwear as a 36C - far, far too big! The visual difference made by going for a smaller size was unbelievable. It all goes to show how vital it is to be fitted for underwear by a real professional.
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