Mum always said to wear a good set of underwear in case I got hit by a car… now that I’m old enough to think about it, having nice knickers on really would have been small comfort in such a situation.
Still, I can’t help but wonder, what does out underwear say about us? Even though it’s something we generally don’t display it to the public. Does wearing brights or pastels change how we get through out day? Surely Lace or cotton makes the diffence between saucy or sporty. And G-strings vs boy-legs? Underwear is that secret mode of self expression, that only ourselves, and maybe a significant other, are granted the privilege of viewing.
So I’m making the effort. Tomorrow’s the big lingerie shopping spree! Await my frolic =)
