Precipice. (Patreon)

On one hand, I don't want to "give in," and start considering the idea of household devices that help me get around.

On the other hand, Natalia and Olga have been pretty fucking unruly lately, and I've come to this full-circle realization that:

a.) A bra that fits is becoming a commodity that is more and more difficult to come by

b.) Sometimes, especially during the brutal summer months, you just don't want to keep the girls cooped up all day in a sweaty piece of support wear.

c.) Going braless is comfortable... but these days, not for too long. It would appear, after all (at least in my case), that once you break that 15-pounds-each barrier, there's only so long you can walk around before the tugging starts to tug on you.

d.) Underboob sweat is real, and it's a villain.

e.) Gravity is a bitch, and yeah -- the last year has seen me reach points of hanger-dom that I hadn't really considered I would reach.

So, this girl has to get creative. Especially because some of my favorite hobbies involve spending long hours on my feet (I'm a foodie, after all, which doesn't seem to bother Nat and Olga too terribly much, it would appear).

Above, a very (very) rough draft of an idea. If there are any engineers in the crowd, I'm all ears. (The rest of me is... well, you know.)