When I set up this blog a few months ago, I expected I would do some oversharing. That’s the nature of blogging, I think. We reveal a lot of ourselves, intentionally or not, and we are BOUND to overshare from time to time. That being said, I don’t think I ever imagined I’d be showing the internet the inside of my underwear drawer.
My underwear. Ugh. I need new underwear. I have about 10 pairs I really like. The rest is sort of … there. To fill in the gaps and keep me covered when the laundry really needs doing. Almost everything I love comes from the Victoria’s Secret PINK collection. To say I love this collection is a huge understatement. Such pretty colors! Inexpensive! Comfortable! Sexy options! SOLD.
I’ve never been one for thongs. I’ve had a few over the years that are comfortable, but for the most part, they fit me wrong and drive me nuts. Also, they don’t seem to serve the purpose underwear is supposed to serve. (Especially when you wear jeans. AMIRIGHT or AMIRIGHT?) I used to buy all low cut bikini underpants, but over the last few years, my most favorite type of underwear has emerged: boy cut.
You. Guys. I love some boy cut underwear. Low cut, wide on the hips, high in the back. This style of underwear is, I think, the most flattering on my particular figure, and it is ALL I EVER WANT TO WEAR AGAIN. I’m sure my husband is thrilled.
Another thing … I don’t fold my underwear. It gets taken out of the laundry, hung on the line, and thrown in the drawer. I can’t be bothered to fold up these dainty (ha! ha ha!) little pieces of fabric neatly. Who has time for that? WHO? But it’s not that bad, is it?
I don’t even want to talk about bras. I’m in nursing bra HELL at the moment. Stores don’t carry my size. Stores … never carry my size. I usually have to buy something with a band size that’s too large in order to get something with the right size cup. It’s depressing. When I wear non-mom bras, they are usually the formed demi-cups style. I like a little padding. Feel positively NAKED without it, in fact.
(I was also planning to discuss, in detail, my hatred of the term “panties”. It is a DISGUSTING word. I feel creepy referring to my underwear with that term, because it sounds like something you’d call a little girl’s underpants, but I feel gross calling Vio’s underwear that, because it seems to be the go-to “sexy” term for a grown woman’s underwear. I’m so glad most of the rest of the GTT participants have my back on this one. DOWN WITH PANTIES!)
(Uh. On second thought, I’ll rethink our battle cry.)
Now, I shall leave you with one of my favorite pairs of underpants: My Christmas undies!
And now I dare each of you to take a picture of your underwear drawer. Overshare! All the cool kids are I’m doing it!