Although I am not a conservative dresser by any means (well, if you don't count the fact that I only wear black, but that's not conservative, it's rock and roll, man) I do try to keep my breastage covered in the office.
As sometimes happens, the wrong shirt is thrown on during a quick assemblage in the dark, sleepy as all get out.
Last night, I spent the night at Beehive's, and wasn't really planning on it. I didn't have any clothes with me but now that I have my drawer I do keep stuff there. I knew I had a fresh skirt, but wasn't sure what the top situation was looking like.
I quickly stopped off at express to get something that would work with the skirt, although, the beauty of wearing black is that I could really wear the same clothes three days in a row, and other than the stink that would fly off of me, no one would be the wiser. But I won't allow such decadence, and therefore, purchased a cute, v necked top.
I chose a medium, thinking that would be more than ample, as I am not the smallest of girls.
I threw it on this morning, and never looked back. I've been wearing it all day. I just now, at 6pm headed into the rest room and caught a glimpse of myself.
Yes, dear friends, I have yet again bared my cleavage in the office.