Of Vests and Pants and Other Things

How important is matching underwear?

I say: Not very. It's definitely nice. But if bra and knickers are both, say, black and lacy, or white and satin-y, or yellow and made of cardboard, but not EXACTLY matching, that's ok. Right?

My bras Cost Money. I cannot, as much as I would like to, swing by Topshop and pick up a nice bra for a tenner. I have to go to special shops for special ladies. Well, actually just Bravissimo, which is the BEST shop in the world, ever, but is a little pricier than, say, M&S or Debenhams. My point is that I will always buy the knickers to match the bra, but I have WAY more pairs of knickers than I do bras, so logistically it is pretty difficult to always match the two. I would like to, though. I think it would make me feel somehow organised. I rarely, rarely feel like that. I would like to (gazes wistfully into middle distance for a little while).

(A small aside for our friends across That Big Sea. Knickers = panties. Not to be confused with 'knickerbockers' which are knee length frilly contraptions favoured by people of Yesteryear and Longago.)

On the same subject Bec says (and I have paraphrased): In a relationship she never bothers with fancy undergarment-y shennanigans. But out of a relationship it is more important because (and here I AM quoting) "you never know who is going to see them". I am relatively sure she didn't mean that to sound how it does when I write it down, and that she generally does have a fairly good idea of who is going to see her knicker(bocker)s from one day to the next. Nevertheless I know what she means. That the world of Singledom is one of potential, and potential means being prepared, and as good Scouts we know that this is very, very important. Which leads to the necessity of having Fancy Underwear to hand (as it were).

Basically what this all means is that Bec and I are going shopping. At Bravissimo, as we are both (ahem) well-endowed (I tell you, it's a pity for David that he is not our way inclined, or he would be having The Best Time Ever sharing with us lovely ladies). I am going to purchase some matching underwear. However, seeing as how most days I cannot even find it within myself to bother with matching socks, I am not sure there is much point. Bec insists, however, that I get some as she wants to splash THE HELL out on some and cannot do it alone. I understand this, it's perhaps a girl thing. Spending is all the sweeter if you know you're dragging someone else down with you.

I might perhaps steer clear of the yellow cardboard underwear, although I think it would be memorable and interesting. Maybe, on second thoughts, those shouldn't be the sort of adjectives one is bearing in mind when selecting underwear.

If anyone has any suggestions that are not too entirely filthy, for either Rebecca or myself in these, our formative single years, feel free to feel freely. I mean, um, feel free to make them. Oh, you know what I mean.