When I was 6 or 7, my mother bought a few pair of smooth, satiny panties for me and my little sister. We LOVED them; I remember repeatedly asking her if “the silky ones” were in the laundry and when I could wear them again.
Between 1998 and 2005, I often wore men’s shirts and homemade JNCO-style jeans with a crotch seam halfway to my knees. (An uncle asked, “What, exactly, keeps those pants up?” I told him, “Prayer and prayer alone.”) But under that boyish costume, I wore a whole spectrum of colorful bras and leopard print underwear.
Over the years, I have accumulated a good-sized stash of lacy, frilly, admittedly somewhat impractical lingerie. I don’t use it to impress my boyfriend— it’s truly amazing how much some guys don’t notice—my lingerie is for me, and it always has been.
But as a practical, working woman, I rarely think to wear my prettiest dainties; I reach for the same brown, black, or flesh-colored bra every day. Practical, but dull as tombs.
Judging from recent conversations with friends, a LOT of women (and men!) have nice skivvies gathering dust in a drawer. Your underwear’s already paid for and hogging valuable wardrobe real estate, so why not break it out?
Many of us choose our underwear to suit our outfits: T-shirts call for smooth, seamless bras, thongs go with trousers, and so on. For the 7 days, I’m reversing that routine; I’ll wear the fancy underpinnings shown above, and let the traits of my underwear dictate my outfit choices.
In some ways, winter is the BEST time for lingerie; lace, embroidery, or even seams are unlikely to show through three shirts, long johns, and a coat.
I hereby declare this Fancy Underwear Week. Anyone care to join in?