Go out and buy a new Brazier.
Not one of those flimsy wimpy pebble holders but a real Brazier. Not the one with the 2" patch of lace that rips when you turn. Not the kind that makes you look like you have muffins under your shirt because your chi-chis are trying to escape out the top of it. Not the kind that rub under arms because they are trying to escape from that route instead of the top. And let us not forget the one whose shoulder straps feel like a string bikini and at the end of the day you have those straps embedded under your skin.
But instead buy the kind that withstands a kiddo who loves to smash her face in your chest. The kind that holds those chi-chis still when you walk. The kind that keeps your back from killing you at the end of the day. Your shoulders have not been sliced in half from the straps when you take it off. The kind that has the back wide enough to keep it still and in place as opposed to creeping up the back. And more importantly the knid that is not filled with 3" of padding but just enough to make for a smooth fit
This has been the best treat I have bought myself in what feels like a million years.
Have a great day and go buy a brazier.
But instead buy the kind that withstands a kiddo who loves to smash her face in your chest. The kind that holds those chi-chis still when you walk. The kind that keeps your back from killing you at the end of the day. Your shoulders have not been sliced in half from the straps when you take it off. The kind that has the back wide enough to keep it still and in place as opposed to creeping up the back. And more importantly the knid that is not filled with 3" of padding but just enough to make for a smooth fit
This has been the best treat I have bought myself in what feels like a million years.
Have a great day and go buy a brazier.
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