Caution Discovers and is Hurt by QVC

The number of times I have watched QVC: 3

The number of times I have purposely watched QVC: 0

The number of times I have laughed at the multiple QVC boxes entering a neighbor's house: ... let's go to the next question, shall we.

Last night I was tired.  I was distressed at a coworker's struggles.  I was alone in bed lying smack dab in the middle, right on the spot not yet compressed by our Weight Watcher candidates bodies. And I was indeed watching QVC.

Then I saw something beautiful.  Something compelling.  Something I loved, needed, wanted.

I saw a bra.

Not just a Walmart special, but a bra. How it captivated my heart and imagination is a mystery.   I don't really like bras.  I don't like the way the words sounds.  I don't like that my day is incomplete without one, and I am not overjoyed with the products housed in my own bras currently. 

But this bra was gorgeous.  The skinny QVC lady said it would make me comfortable, sexy, cool, and uplifted.  I would look great in plunging necklines, high necklines, and no necklines. Even though I wasn't sure what she was talking about half the time, I knew I had to have one. 

So first thing this morning, I logged on to QVC, expecting my bra to be front and center.  Who could have guessed that QVC has 129 different bras for sale?  

But I am a good researcher and I found it.  The one.

The Bra

And I tried to purchase it in rose only to discover that it is sold out in my size and 9 other sizes.

I then opted for it in nude only to discover that it is sold out in my size and 16 other sizes.

Fine, I can adapt.  I decided to get it in black. You got it right: sold out not only in my size, but 24 other sizes, as well!

So here I sit: uncomfortable, unsexy, uncool, and un-uplifted (I cannot bear to use the right word for that last one.) 

You're killing me, QVC!  Absolutely killing me.