I got out of the shower this morning, still half asleep. I have an ensuite, so it is literally 3 steps between the shower and my underwear drawer. Right away, I was thrown into a dilemma, and believe me, I can't cope with any sort of dilemma, however minor, at pre-caffeine time in the morning.
When I opened my knicker drawer, I found to my horror that there were none of my usual comfy pairs ready to wear. Bugger. So, what to do?
Firstly, I decided to check and see if any were hanging on an airer somewhere in the house. Yawning, I gathered up my large towel and trudged through to the kitchen. With the run of nice weather, I have actually been hanging the washing outside to dry, and the latest basket was sitting, still slightly damp, waiting to be hung up indoors or tumble-dried. Hmph. The drier was empty in anticipation, so no-go there either. And the latest wash was still soaking wet in the machine.
Back to the drawing board, I dragged my sopping wet self back to my knicker drawer to ponder some more.
So, it's down to deciding which of the 'not-so-comfy' pants I'm wearing today. I guess some people might opt for putting yesterday's back on, but I'm not one of those types thank you very much!
Everyone has a type of knickers they like to wear. I've tried various types and they are all still in my drawer in case of emergencies such as these. I am a hi-legs girl, usually. Not sure if I should be admitting that to the general virtual public, but there you have it.
When I was in my early 20s, thongs were in. I furnished my knicker drawer with 10 pairs and tried to agree with everyone how comfy they were, and how having no VPL was indeed the future. I was so relieved when I discovered that in actual fact, no-one found them comfortable, but didn't want to admit it. I defy anyone to find thongs comfy. You spent the day feeling like your arse is trying to eat them, and wanting to pull them clear of your crack. Sorry, but that's how it is. I won't say too much more, but I do have one thong left; it matches a particular 'set' and suffice to say it isn't suitable wear for a normal school day.
I considered very carefully the 'shorts' that were looking up at me, begging to be worn. These are I believe on trend at the moment, not that I'm particularly up on any kind trend at the moment. A couple of years ago I lost a lot of weight (having been a chunky being all my adult life, if was the first time I'd been within the range of a 'normal' BMI) and I bought lots of these. In Debenhams no less. That's how much I liked them. But stuck in this post-natal fatsuit, the shorts type knickers just ride down my backside and I spend the day surreptitiously trying to post my hand down the back of my jeans to retrieve them from somewhere around my knees.
Last but by no means least, I have 4 or 5 pairs of 'full briefs'. So full, in fact, that I'd pretty sure that if I put a couple of eye holes in them, I could pull them up and over my head, and use them as an all in one underwear-and-balaclava combo. These were purchased for my hospital bag. I hate disposable knickers with a passion, and these Primark specials were in any case cheaper than the paper ones anyway. Except shamefully, I didn't dispose of them. They lurk hopefully around my knicker drawer, waiting for a nice big bum to cuddle. On balance, I felt sorry for these sad and unwanted little articles. The pair I chose looked almost excited to be released from it's dark little prison. I pulled them on, trying to convince myself that I would throw these out after this emergency use. But they are actually pretty comfortable. Oh for pity's sake - I'm turning into my granny!!! I could tuck my bosoms into them, I swear.
I'm sure Bridget Jones would be very proud of me!!
