by Jenni Buckley posted in Tips & Tricks

I've been breastfeeding for more than two years now, and if there's one thing I've learned from my experience thus far, it's that I hate nursing bras.
I was never blessed with a buxom bosom, but I always thought that once I was pregnant, and then nursing, I would have the voluptuous breasts I dreamed of as a prepubescent teenager. Alas, whatever entity is in charge of doling out the good sized mams must have overlooked me. Even when my milk came in, and I was engorged, I still sat on the fence between a B cup and a C cup.
Back to my hatred of nursing bras. Whoever designed these apparently had no regard to those of us less endowed. The same level of support necessary for the larger-breasted ladies is not necessary for us smaller gals. Nursing bras were eating me alive with their 2 inch wide straps. I have no use for four clasps in the back, they just make it harder for me to get dressed. I tried to find a nursing bra that was cute, even *gasp,* sexy. The sales lady told me she had something that might fit me in a D or E cup, even after I told her I'm a 34 B. Either she doesn't understand how bras work, or did not have a firm grasp on the alphabet.
I was fed up. I decided to take matters into my own hands. A scary thought, since these hands are not crafty hands. Nightmares of Home Economics class came rushing back. I don't want to sew my sleeves to anything again. I took the plunge, and am quite pleased with the results, so I though...