Saturday, 12 May 2007

Knickers!

My lovely husband returned home last evening with a lovely black glossy bag with rope handles and presented said bag to me with a glint in his eye. For within, it contained a stunningly gorgeous (and, it has to be said, downright saucy) emerald green bra and matching knickers. My thoughts rallied themselves and headed down this particular road a) guilt present – he’s been caught with his PA and this is to soften the blow before he or someone else tells me b) he bought them for his PA he was caught with but thinks I’ve seen them so has had to give them to me (if this is the case then amazingly she’s the same size as me and yes, he got it right) and finally c) he wants something and is trying to soften me up.

He hit me, right between the eyes, with d): “I had some time to spare between meetings and thought you deserved a treat” Oh!

Rather shamefully, this is now the only “proper matching” set that I own. This news is going to horrify my sister Bea. Of course, I own underwear but not proper sets. I favour bras that you can buy packs of two and knickers from Asda. No-one sees them do they? And for when they have to (doctors appointments and the like) I’ve got a fairly swish set but it’s rather worrying that a blue bra and a pair of slightly-different-shade-of-blue-knickers can be classed as my “best” set.

I’ve got about seven bras, some in interesting wash-day-disaster hues and a veritable drawer full of pants: white high leg, flowered Bridget Jones’, various coloured tangas, black lacy (itchy, big mistake), grey flannel for the winter and the all time worst pant ever – a thong or two. I only ever wear them on special occasions. But you don’t need to know that.

And another thing, what do you call your pants? Are they pants, undies, knickers, drawers, grundies, bottom warmers or smalls? Saskia calls her bras“boobie bags” but she’s not normal.

Bea only ever wears matching underwear. She has them all in special compartments in her drawer and she’d rather lose a limb than be seen wearing mismatched undercrackers (another good word!). She takes time to decided her mood before deciding on the pink rosebud set or the lemon lace set or the white silk set or the black see through set…….you get the picture. Saskia has the“dip your hand in the drawer and see what you come up with” philosophy. Charlie only ever wears bras and knickers in virginal white. What’s the point, she said the last time we were in Debenhams perusing the knicker aisles, in buying coloured stuff?

I’m a bit sensitive about underwear. I don’t mean that I wash and dry our undies under cover of darkness but it’s incredibly cringeworthy when Amelia decides to “help” with the laundry and takes an inordinate amount of time folding and sorting my pants. “Do these actually fit you?” she asked once, coming in from the utility room and waving a particularly skimpy tanga in the air just as Charlie sat down at the table. I always feel a bit strange (it’s my Catholic forebears) when I encounter a pair of David’s boxers entwined with a pair of my knickers in the washing machine. Surely it can’t just be me?

David urged me to try my new set on and do a sort of Dance of the Seven Veils for his benefit. As Mac was at his friend Tom’s for dinner and the Hungarian Goulash wasn't ready until half seven I readily obliged - to be fair, he deserved a treat too!

5 comments:

Omega Mum said...

Very, very enjoyable. Are they hand wash only? If bra and pants made of different fabric, they may match to begin with but then it all goes horribly wrong....which is why I've given up.

Nunhead Mum of One said...

Yes, handwash only - let's hope I don't forget!

I know....think my bra and knickers were once the same shade of blue but the bra is older so its had more washes!

mutterings and meanderings said...

Let's hope that he hadn't been talking to the new neighbours and was thus inspired ....

Nunhead Mum of One said...

Ah, hadn't thought of that......

Gwen said...

They are gorgeous. I'm a PA but the only thing my boss has ever bought me was a bar of toblerone!

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