A while back I promised to do a full review of CupCase after I’d used it on a trip, so here goes.
First, CupCase performs as advertised on their website while taking up relatively little space, that’s all I really ask for so I will definitely be using it again. Three bras fit neatly into the case and kept their shape through numerous episodes of packing and unpacking. I did find it a little less than front-closure bra friendly but that’s not a deal-breaker unless those are the only kind you have or plan to pack. I bought directly from CupCase’s own website but it is worth noting I looked at other sources (Amazon etc.) and found some of them claimed a single case could hold up to four bras—it can’t, so don’t try to go there.
Other reviewers, and some family members, have said they think the price is a way too high. I’d say that depends on how much you spend on your bras. I have two that came back from one trip permanently smooshed out of shape—I call them Quasimodo and Elephant Man, now they live in a dark place with a hairdye-stained tee shirt and some thirteen year old stretchy pants with three holes in the ass and peek-a-boo seams (that they didn’t start out with), only getting to come out when I plan on doing some cleaning or other project that will leave me and everything I’m wearing distastefully sticky and sweaty, or for the occasional Fuck It Day*…it’s a very sad life for them, trust me—so anyway, Quasimodo and Elephant Man were only lower-end of moderately priced bras to begin with, still, replacing both of them with identical bras would cost twice as much as a CupCase. And if you ruin a couple of $50 or $60 bras now you’re looking at $100+ to replace compared to about thirty bucks for the CupCase. So if you’re wondering if it’s worth the price tag you’ll just have do the math for yourself because I don’t know how much you paid for your bras.
Speaking of sweaty brings me to my one real reservation: after any day of really vigorous hiking I didn’t care for the idea of putting the bra I was wearing back in with the clean ones. My obviously Exercise-Addled Brain told me Not a big deal. We’re not leaving the hotel tomorrow, let’s just rinse it out in the bathroom sink as soon as we get back. It’ll be dry before we have to pack again. She doesn’t know me at all. Because, by the time I actually did get back to the hotel room each night, after one—or four—pints too many…well, yeah, that never happened. Exercise-Addled Brain thinks I’m much more organized, motivated, and sober than I really am.
In summary I stand by my original estimation, CupCase is quite possibly the perfect combination of function and frivolity; it’s pretty, does what it says it will do, can be cost-effective unless you buy your bras at Walmart or Goodwill (yuck!), and too much exercise makes me self-delusional.
Now, where can I find one of those fabulous vintage suitcases?
*Fuck It Day: a day in which one intentionally, and for no particular reason other than finding it bizarrely therapeutic, says fuck it, spends the entire day on the couch wearing clothes they normally would not be caught dead in, eating only French toast for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and watching entire seasons of shows they would not under other circumstances admit to watching. (Note: two to three planned Fuck It Days per year are perfectly normal and healthy, more than that and you might have a problem.)