Just call me Minoan goddess, please

I remember almost nothing about Minoan Civilization and I suspect many of my readers (please come back, I do still blog) don't remember much either. There was something about them disappearing off the face of the earth. Was it an earthquake? A volcanic explosion? I guess I could look it up on Wikipedia.

And then there was the fashion. Women's fashion, in particular. Nothing like paintings of women wearing boob-flashing corsettes to catch the eye of a horrified tween. I remember thinking, ugh, weren't those women EMBARRASSED to be dressed like that. Everyone, including folks from the future, can see their boobies!

Now, after nursing, when I look down at my saggy, uncovered breasts, I think, how brilliant is that. No more nipple pads, no more trying to unhook a very unhookable hook on my nursing bra while Sproglette is screeching so loudly that the neighbour three doors down has probably called the police, no more mucking about with my hooter hider in cafes, at the doctor's office, at my friend's house. In a Minoan gown, all I'd have to do is pop the ole Sproglette onto one of my boobs and she's a-feeding.

Of course, during a Saskatchewan winter, dressing like a Minoan gal would give a whole new meaning to  the expression freezing your tits off.

Comments

[Blooming]

lil giggle here

[Sometimes Saintly Nick]

Sometime in the late Middle Ages it was decided that women's breast were not OK. Ever since then folks has been obsessed with them. I think the Minoan way was more honest.