As I was pulling a pair of what the Brits call knickers from the chest of drawers the other day, I saw with a start that all of my underwear is white. How did that happen? Am I really that old? Before anyone rushes to judgment, let me say that my knickers are bikinis. I do not wear those huge old saggy things referred to as Old Lady Pants. But really, Jane, what's with the white underwear? I mean, it's not like you've got a lot of menstrual blood that you're looking to bleach out.
Actually, the tidy whiteys just sorta slipped up on me, in a manner of speaking. My first pair of bikinis--ah, I remember them well--had big black polkadots and a matching bra. Life was never the same after that, and I moved on to pastels and prints and even bold colors (I wore magenta to an interview at the MLA just so at least I knew that I wasn't some boring old professor).
Notice how the word old keeps creeping into this conversation.
The fact is that my knickers are white because...because...because that's how they came in the package of six at Target where I bought them. And now that I've noticed, there's so no way in hell that I'm not going out tomorrow to buy a new lot of colored ones.
Monday, October 09, 2006
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I have been known to rearrange the undies in multipacks, so as to get the optimum assortment of colors.
ReplyDeleteI have enough of a belly, alas, that I prefer French cut briefs, which provide belly coverage but a sexy leg.
Tighty whities are just wrong. The spousage wore then when I met him. I took the opportunity of our first holiday together to buy him some nice boxer briefs, which are now his favorite style. There are no more tighty whities in this house.