Hey ladies! Nothing worse for a gal than waking up with a bad case of “wrinkled cleavage,” amiright? Even if I’m not, négligée-creating La Decollete thinks I am, so they created the Sleeping Beauty Bra. It’s, ahem, certainly interesting?
Interesting in that it doesn’t actually cover anything up—or support anything, for that matter—all it does is space out your unmentionables so that the scourge of any lady’s chest, the aforementioned “wrinkled cleavage,” is banished forever.
All it takes is $70 and five to seven good nights of the most awkward sleeping contraption I’ve ever seen marketed to women. [Inventor Spot]
