Valentine’s Day is quickly upon us and it has me thinking lingerie. Rummaging around in my underwear drawer is a total let-down. I’m starting to wonder how this odd assortment ended up in there. I keep it all wadded in a swirly pile so that I don’t have to admit most of it doesn’t fit. And what’s left over isn’t inspiring. Time to remedy this woeful situation.
A dash to my only options out here on the edge of the world left me deeply disappointed. Evidently, lingerie comes in two kinds. There’s the “Skanky, skivvy, what-the-heck-have-I-got-myself-into-this-isn’t-flattering-in-my-size- ho-liscious” lingerie. And then there’s the “Mother Theresa probably didn’t have sex, but she slept comfortably” (it’s a stretch to call it) Â lingerie. Neither is working for me. Lingerie should make you feel good about yourself, it should be comfortable and flattering so that you’re not fidgeting and preoccupied by it— and at the very least, it should be easy to slip out of! It should not, EVER, prompt the question, “What the bleep are you wearing?”
Why can’t I find sexy, soft, luxurious, but comfortable lingerie? I mean, something that’s pretty without being sticky sweet. Something that’s grown-up without being matronly. Something that’s sexy but still covers  my thighs? Something that plays to my assets but doesn’t have me (barely) covered in cheap neon pink acetate wondering if the seams will hold if we do, uh, that.
Because I do want to do that. And I want to look good doing it, and be comfortable while I’m at it. Is this too much to ask?
And it leaves me wondering if Julie Newmar had the right idea.
nordstrom.com, baby…and you can get overnight delivery (for a fee, of course)…my recent venture into VS caused too much cringing, not because of the product, but because there were far too many men in my way and looking over my shoulders, and, strangely, a teenage boy with a group of teenage girls digging through the bins of the PINK collection making jokes about the selection…I had to march right out and spent the rest of the evening trying to get rid of the big ick! the sizing guides on nordstrom.com are very helpful, too, although, nothing beats the comfort of a soft, pink towel…
When in doubt, wear “naked”, but wear it like you OWN it.
Newmar did. Plus, little known fact, she had serious cellulite in the thighs. (That’s what I tell myself.) 🙂
I just wear Jockey for her which aren’t sexy, but are comfy. And they fit!
Honey. Let me tell you…after I got my divorce, my lingerie selection got all sorts of fabulous. The only reason I can figure out is because my idea of my own femininity was in question (with myself) I am a big believer in feeling good in your lacy undergarments! I usually go to Victoria’s Secret when they have their Semi-Annual Sale and stock up. Seriously? I have a whole lot of wonderful fitting garments that are sweet and kicky and comfortable…How I wish you lived closer and we could visit together…that’s the key you know. Take a girlfriend, have lunch, grab a cuppa and get silly with it…Good luck with your quest though…It will be interesting to hear about what you find!
Oh Wende,
I know you sew sew well. Take a pair of inders that fit you well, deconstruct them and then reconstruct them with some cool fabric that you do like. I’ve made bras into babytop blousey things and turned chonies into ruffled bum covers. You can do it!
I almost feel like I’m eavesdropping…