this may only make sense to me
if there is anything that i would spend money on, anything in this world that i would constantly buy, anything that i have a fondness for, anything that i apply so many rules and sub-rules to, that would be underwear. i am talking bras and panties, lingerie, the goods, undies, knickers, whatever you want to call it.
i have such strong feelings about what i wear and what people get to see to the point that i have cried over ruined clothes (and i am talking bawling) and my feelings carry through to what i am wearing underneath those clothes too.
this post has been in the making for months because of a conversation i had with someone who mentioned a patient who is ocd and never wears each pair of underwear only once. that, my dear readers, i can completely understand.
i would not go that far because i do have favorites. but underwear is a constant preoccupation for me. for me, it has to lie correctly, it has to fit, it has to serve a purpose and it should not be seen unless i want it to be seen. and thus, i have rules.
did you know that i own more bras than the average woman. i know this because every woman i have ever discussed this with has been shocked at the amount of bras i own. why do i own so many? because, you see, the bra must, has to be, is required to the same color of the shirt immediately over it. i have this thing where i don't want the bra to potentially distract from the shirt. with that in mind, i now own teal, blue, several white, several black, green, brown, purple bras. i counted once. there were over 20.
i believe in owning so many pairs of panties, that in my ideal world, i'd never wear the same pair twice withing a three month time-frame. i don't know why. i am just insane that way. it seems practical to me. and with that in mind, i own, literally, every variety of panty out there (except the granny panty). in every color known to man. with every pattern possible. of every kind of fabric. and as i am typing this, i am thinking about buying more.
for me, the worst sin one can commit to an outfit is a pantyline. seriously, people, check out your @ss in the mirror before you leave. trust me when i say that they make panties that will go underneath that outfit no one will ever see, unless you want them to... i get so upset when women walk around with a pantyline. it just seems stupid to me especially when there are bikinis, and boy-cut and thong and strings and hip huggers, i mean seriously... invest.
and so, as i get ready to leave for france, i am thinking of three things. one, the coffee. two, the amount of work i have yet to do. and three, oh, the underwear i shall buy.
When you're in France, visit Etam.
i love that place, and h&m and every other location that sells underwear. i kid you not. i would buy underwear on every trip out.
i loved this! a girl after my own heart. okay so i dont have quite as many bras, but im a total undie whore. vpl's are the enemy.
might i ask, how to do you "store" (for lack of a better word?) your bras?
oh and ps- do you have to pay for typepad?
How does she store them? She has a husband who cleans and re-organizes her underwear drawer(s) every three month.
wow, you got a keeper there jeorg!