The Case of the Hol(e)y Underwear
PIC has a thing about my underwear. As in he hates it. And I can’t say that I blame him… I do take a bit of an anti-capitalist-there’s-nothing-wrong-with-10-year-old-underwear approach to my lingerie.
(Actually let me re-phrase that. It’s an anti-consumerist approach, not an anti-capitalist approach. Bernie Sanders is anti-capitalist and I’m pretty sure there’s nothing wrong with his underwear).
Here’s my take on the situation: I do have some nice pairs of underwear, and I save them for special occasions. But days when I’m just sitting around the house or going to yoga or getting my period? Days like those are perfect for sub-par underwear.
Granny has nothing to say about OLD underpants…
We went to Target a few days later and he convinced me to splurge on a new Hanes Her Way 3-pack. (This is, after far as I know, the only proper way to buy underwear.) But underwear shopping is personal. It takes time. You have to be in the right mood. You can’t have your fiancé standing behind you pressuring you into making a decision before you’re ready.
I panicked. I panicked and ended up with ugliest granny panties in the universe. They were too big and the color… well, the color could only be described as something between “baby puke” and “band aid beige.”
I put them on right there in the parking lot when we got back to PIC’s car.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m putting on this stupid new underwear that you made me buy!”
“Right now? Here?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve been going commando this whole time, okay? I forgot to do laundry.”
He just shook his head.
“I’m a dancer,” I reminded him. “I can change anywhere. Any time. Don’t you know that by now?”
He shook his head again.
Since then, I’ve conceded to dispose of a few pairs, but the two-holers have remained a point of contention between us. They’re black. And comfy. And I like them.
But then I accidentally wore them to try on wedding dresses.
This, in case you don’t know, is a cardinal sin.
I hadn’t been planning to try on dresses that day (hence the fact that I was wearing black underwear in the first place), and I certainly didn’t count on undressing in front of a sales associate at David’s Bridal.
Dressing room mirrors are bad enough in the first place— all that weird lighting makes you look like you’re the bearded lady in a 19th-century freak show— but they’re down right horrific when you’re wearing black underwear with two holes in it.
When I told PIC about my embarrassment, he just shook his head and said it served me right.
I’m pretty sure I should save the pair in question for our wedding night.
Fieldwork in Stilettos 
7 Responses to “The Case of the Hol(e)y Underwear”
Hahaha I feel you! Recently ran out of my “pretty” knickers while on a trip with my new boyfriend. Swiftly whipped out my own beloved big black holey gloriously comfortable granny pants. I think he’s still adjusting but I have never looked back. X
Haha, good for you! Also knickers is SUCH a better word than panties (which I hate). Good for you 🙂
Haha, I giggled at this because I’m exactly the same! 🙂 Why spend money on new underwear when old underwear works just as well?
Right? I mean as long as it stays up. And some people pay extra for underwear with holes. This way, we get all the added sexiness for free 😉
Kondo”ing” made me throw away my pile…but I did “thank them” for their part in my life 😉
Yes, I suppose I should probably follow suit. But then I’ll have to buy new ones 😦
Yeah… I’m starting to think it is okay to get rid of undergarments that have holes in them. Or that don’t fit anymore. Like bras from high school… there really needs to be a purge of the clothing in my possession. Way too many things that didn’t fit when I bought them and still don’t.