Someone lost their brassiere.
Now that is some over the shoulder boulder holder! Very patriotic! Yes, even a brassiere can be art.
Brassiere..now that is an old fashioned word. I bet if I asked my Grands “What is a Brassiere?” They would reply “What is that Grandma?”
My mother called it a brassiere. When I got my first brassiere when I was nine ( YES NINE) I didn’t know if I should wear my undershirt over the top or underneath. (Yes young girls used to wear undershirts..they were warm in the winter.) I settled for over the top.
I was very self conscious and wore sweaters almost all the time. I was the first girl in my class to get a brassiere. All the boys stared..and not at my beautiful eyes either.
I know without looking it up that the brassiere was invented by some man. In my opinion all brassieres should become art:)
I remember my first brassiere. My daddy (no less) is the first to mention I needed one...in the fourth grade. How embarrassed I was. We have got to be close in age, Connie.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, how did that sculpture come to be in a yard? Definite conversation piece, huh?
Great one! What is the context of this sculpture? Is it a memorial to all the lost pieces of clothing on the side of the road.
ReplyDeleteThis summer on our walks, gloves were the most popular item on the roadside, followed closely by underwear - I know, I have to shake my head and wonder too.
Don't you just wonder why that bra was tossed by the wayside? Probably not because it was uncomfortable!!:) Do kids still go parking these days?
ReplyDeleteI havent heard them be called that for eons Brassier my mum also called it that in the day My first bra was when I was 10 it was a doosy I was alread large chested for that age never mind theses training bras as they called them in my day at an A cup which most girls start at noo I had to be at the high B's all the boys wanted to poke the nose of my mickey sweatshirt gee I wonder why ! Every one would tease me and say things like , you can see your chest come around the corner before you do I was teased a lot guess they were just jelouse I hated having them as a kid. Have a wonderful day !
ReplyDelete:) Was that an after Halloween decor? I remember wearing t-shirts or undershirts..... I can hardly say brassier so I will stick with bra! :) I like your new header - have a great Friday!
ReplyDeleteI can honestly say I have never seen anything like it.
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful weekend!
You find the most amazing things. I too haven't heard the word "brassiere" for ages. And they never fit right. Years ago I started wearing sports bras because they mashed rather than separated. Remember the ones that had cones that made you look like Madonna? I think they were in the fifties... :-)
ReplyDeleteAh well not quite sure about how to make a knowledgable comment here. Let just say I alway be a fan of great art.
ReplyDeleteI haven't heard that word in a long time:) What a strange sculpture..can't say I like it.
ReplyDeleteAs a small child I remember my mom going all whack-a-doodle over my aunt saying the word in front of my older brother.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of the bra flinging my friends do for 40th and 50th birthdays. It's a celebration of life and who we are as women absorbing this life. What would we do without our brassieres? I know some women don't like them, but I do, thank you. :)
ReplyDeleteHeeehehehe!!! Now that's some giant maguppies! :o)
ReplyDeleteRemember those first little 'flat' bras were called trainin' bras??? Well, they didn't work 'cause mine are just all over the place!
Sorry, too much info...OK...we'll just erase that image.
You have a beautifully blessed weekend sweetie!!!
What an interesting objet d'art. Wherever is it located? There is a cute sandwich shop in Fernandina Beach, FL called Lulu's Bra and Grill. Customers bring in decorated bras which are hung all over the shop.
ReplyDeleteIn response to the comments about our 'training' bras, i have decided they were meant to train us to put up with the discomfort of straps digging in here and there!
tee hee, I have enjoyed reading the comments about the brassiere's!! Not a common word anymore, right. One of my great-aunts made my first 'bra' out of WWII parachute material. She bought the parachute and made lots of things from it. I don't have the bra anymore but still have the peasant blouse w/ embroidery on it. It's always a good chuckle when I tell about my first "brassiere".
ReplyDeleteOK, well.....I'm still waiting to get my first, LOL. I was kind of on the skinny side when I was younger...
ReplyDeleteWhere did you see this, it's very interesting.
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Wow, what an interesting looking "brassiere" - I also have not heard that word in a very long time. Got a great kick out of the picture, thanks.
ReplyDeleteOh how funny! Growing up in my little town, almost every woman my mom's age worked at the Lovable Brassiere Co. 30 min. away. Back then, I would giggle every time one of them would say "brassiere!!!" By the way, I'm still in a training bra!
ReplyDeleteAs excited as I was to get that bra, at 11, I went through, more than a decade (late 60s and all of the 70s) of only wearing one to work.
ReplyDeleteAfter having 2 more babies n my 30s, the girls were no longer where they used to be so those days of freedom were over. I feel a little sad my daughters never had that experience. They been strapped, snapped and bound since they were about 8 or 9.
First, I wonder what the rule is on burning a patriotic bra.
ReplyDeleteAnd secondly - I've been reading some historical fiction and our Brassiere's are WAY better than what women used to wear - corsets and/or stays. ick ick ick ouch!
They are still brassieres in my house...I dislike the shortened 'bra'...doesn't roll off the tongue properly...
ReplyDeleteI agree, all brassieres should become art! LOL I should go hang mine in a tree right now!
ReplyDeleteThat was a great post, Connie! I agree, some man had to of invented it!
ReplyDeleteI remember a special trip downtown to get my first training brassiere before I started high school and would have to undress in the locker room with a passel of other pubescent girls. They had a team of blue-haired women who barged right into the fitting rooms and pushed and prodded your small bosom about, assessing and despairing. If a person could die of embarrassment I'd have passed on the Dayton's lingerie department fitting room floor in downtown Minneapolis in 1961!
ReplyDeleteI still hate wearing them and only put them on for company--LOL!
Here, here! I really enjoyed your post. I'll be smiling for the remainder of the day. This is my first visit to your blog, but I so enjoyed my stay that I'll definitely be back. Have a wonderful evening. Blessings...Mary
ReplyDeleteNot only is this a very funny post, the comments are funny as well. Thanks for the laughs!
ReplyDeleteThat's quite a bra!
ReplyDeleteSome of you all were the ones I envied. I got my YOUNGER sister's training bras and had to beg for those. No one noticed that I needed one - - - maybe cuz I hardly did. I was one of the few in seventh grade still wearing an undershirt and desperately wanting a bra!
ReplyDeleteYou don't often hear that word these days. I got a training bra when I was about 13 or 14 perhaps, but didn't have much to put into it in those days.
ReplyDeleteInteresting sculpture.
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