What ever happened with the boob tape?
I’m sure now; a Man invented this tape. I’ll start with a warning; if you are ever in a position in which you need to use this tape, allow yourself plenty of time. Better yet, buy yourself any extra box so you can practice before your big night.
First the good news — the box is fully loaded with tape — there is no scrimping on the product here. The tape is double-sided. This unfortunately means that peeling the backing off both sides, without twisting the tape into a ball, and without ruining your manicure at the same time, is quite a feat.
Once the backing is off, you’re faced with the problem of where to put it — I mean — where exactly do you position the tape? I started by putting it on my skin first — but then it’s a crapshoot to make sure the dress will fall in that spot. I put the tape on the inside edge of the dress, only to find that this is a spot where the dress gaps — my skin doesn’t touch the dress here. So the tape is not doing it’s job. Nothing is lining up right. But I kept trying. The box, once so full, is dwindling down.
Me. Before the invention of boob tape. Notice the smile.
I began to worry how long the tape will hold. Will I need to re-apply after sweating and dancing? Will I have enough tape to get me to the ball and back? I kept repositioning the tape, and instead of cleavage, I ended up with pink marks all over my chest from pulling my skin to get the tape on and off and repositioned just right.
And then I realized that the clock is ticking, my sister-in-law was on the other side of the bathroom door waiting, along with my brother-in-law, my husband and all the seven kids — all wondering what is taking me so long. What are they going to say when I walk out of the bathroom and they see my chest all pink? I had nothing but edges of double sided tape peeking through the entire neckline of my dress, and no cleavage. And, I had not even started to work on my hair and lipstick. I worked to get all my stuff into the dress and felt confident enough to be able to hold my head up without wondering if anything was falling, or could, fall out.
It was a humbling moment: To think that after all of this planning and shopping to find the perfect dress, that it all could be ruined by a single piece of tape that doesn’t do it’s job. Maybe, looking back, I think now, I should have skipped all of this frilly tape, and just made do with duct tape, just like a man would do.
I did my best. Everything was all stuffed in, and I looked myself in the eye in the mirror and vowed not to drink at the party. I had a job to do – I had to keep watch over that tape. I must be vigilant.
The ball itself was complete with “dance cards,” drinks that included Lite Up Party Ice Cubes
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Ok, so what is the name of this stuff and where do I get it??
Christine, Medical tape, I have since learned, works much better. You start from one armpit and pull it across to the other armpit, holding everything in place. They do sell garment tape in fancy dress shops, however, it is not as study as medical tape. Hope this helps!