Please forgive my lack of responses to your great comments to my posts last week. I still plan to respond, but I was actually on vacation in Roatan, Honduras.

Visiting the second poorest country in Central America gave me a fresh perspective on what is absolutely essential. Surprisingly, perfectly fitted bras don’t make the top of my list. In a Garifuna fishing village* that we visited, most of the large-busted women would have been happy to own any bra, much less a well-fitting one. Hourglassy readers, we are extremely fortunate to be able to be as picky as we are about fit. And we are extremely fortunate for all the solutions that have been and are being developed for us. I hope someday they will become commonplace options for all women everywhere.

*Chachauate Cay, a Cayos Cochinos island

The Garifuna fishing village that we visited. The residents of this village come to this tiny island from the mainland for three months at a time. They had cell phone service, but no internet. It was so refreshing to see children playing with each other instead of glued to a computer screen.
The children attend school on the larger island that you see in the distance. We walked down this sandbar and then swam to the left for some amazing snorkeling.
A friendly monkey at a park we visited.
Feeding the parrot at our resort, Barefoot Cay.
Speaking of first world solutions for the busty, here I am in the Pepperberry dress that I got from the Busty Clothing Swap. Mr. Campbell liked it so much when I put it on our last morning there that I wore it for our flight home. But that is a LOT more cleavage than I’m used to wearing outside the house. At least my bra straps never showed. There’s a little clasp at the base of the front of the dress straps that kept them in place, and the width and placement of the dress straps were perfect. The straps of my Fauve Lucia never even showed in the back.