Monday, December 27, 2004

Essex girls and white french knickers?

At 12.05 am I receive a text message regarding Essex girls and whether they wear white French knickers? Any idea as I have no idea, however it did get me thinking, perhaps if this question is thought of in a wider term do girls in different post codes tend to lean towards different underwear choices?

I will create a piece of artwork based on this question however some research shall have to be under taken first to understand what the majority of people wear in different post codes.

Sunday, December 26, 2004

Happy Christmas!

Beautiful day as we walk to the local pub for a few Christmas cheer drinks. As we return it is present time and as we tear, rip and open our presents I come to a neat little red parcel. No underwear so far so I hope with all my heart that this is it, some beautiful underwear.

I tear at the corner and see a plastic packet strange as it almost seems familiar. The plastic clear case is now in full view as I look upon the George from Asda set of three white knickers. It suddenly hits me like a bolt out of the blue, my Nan actually still thinks I am five although these are for women they replicate a pair I was given when I was just a little girl.

After dinner, a doze on the sofa and more wine I begin to think although the underwear addition I received wasn’t quite what I had in mind perhaps I could decorate them myself. The plain white cotton knickers look so sad however once the ribbons, badges and any other accessories which come to my hand have been added they are looking through my eyes much better……hhmm….one more glass of wine and they are finished! I try them on…and OUCH the pin sticks in from the badge, damn knickers as I then have a badge trying to attach its self to my butt!

Saturday, December 25, 2004

What knickers are you wearing?

Let’s just say I started to receive texts from a friend of a friend nothing wrong with that as I have met him before although it was a few years ago now. It was quite funny to realise on Christmas Eve it wasn’t just me he was texting but another friend. Texts to her involved the question ‘what type of knickers are you wearing?’

Now is this the new kind of text flirting which is going on? Maybe next if he got the type of knickers he would move onto colour etc.. The friend who received the message was a little shocked as she hadn’t even really met him properly. I guess the power of text breaks down barriers making it easier to ask these types of questions to random girls.

Also the recent survey I received from a friend on email with the purpose of ‘getting to know people better’ asked “what colour pants you are wearing?” This was listed as the second question out of a list of thirty eight. It seems to me this question is getting asked more and more... maybe this will become the new fashionable chat up line, although the guy better watch out he doesn’t get a punch from the current boyfriend or possibly a slap from the lady who chooses not to reveal her under layers.

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Frivolously fancy ribbon knickers

Ah it’s nearly Christmas and I have been thinking, if I had a boyfriend what I would really like this year would be these cute frivolously fancy ribbon knickers… not practical for everyday use but really lavish and beautiful! Oh if only…. (Although I could buy for myself but it isn’t quite the same..

If you would like to see the bow on the back of these divine knickers simply click back to view under the image.
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Socks or shin pads?

A nice relaxing day off from work sorting out the last minute Christmas presents as it looks extra cold outside today I opted for the big thermal socks although they just fit into my trainers as their thickness is adding an extra half inch to my feet so these really are heavy duty socks.

Off to the shops I go with a smile on my face and a spring in my step. Just a few days to go and I have the festive song driving home for Christmas in my head la la la. First shop I found what I needed but at the check out I am barged into with a children’s pushchair. The startled mother looks at me blank when I shout ‘och!’ then at last she twigs she is actually pushing something in front of her. Sorry she shouts as she blindly walks away from me. I have a feeling this isn’t the first time she has done this today and my ankle is slightly hurting but I pay and skulk away.

Next shop and crash headfirst with a wheel chair, the carer was dazzled by the bright lights and forgot to navigate forward with space around the person and the wheel in mind. No mention of this incident from either of the offending party as they head forward still with no consideration of checking the pathway ahead is clear, hell no if in doubt it looks like people shall be rammed out of the isles! The Joy of Christmas shopping I mutter to myself.

Ok last but not least to the super market I go, now with the previous encounters I am no longer skipping but determined to get out alive. Shopping is in basket after a few difficult manoeuvres around other customers. At the checkout while loading my shopping on the very busy conveyer belt it happens. The shopping trolley apparently has a mind of its own and homes into my ankle. Pure delight as the shopping trolley is piled high of groceries and launches itself at me full pelt. The man actually looks at me in surprise as if I shouldn’t be there. Did he have a blank out for a moment as I can’t just disappear like the cape enables Frodo in Lord of the Rings! Sigh people really are crazy shoppers today.

I hobble home and decide next year all my shopping shall be done online, delivered nicely to my door. Thank god I wore the thick thermal socks this morning, I was thinking of warmth at the beginning of the day now I am thinking of shin pads to protect myself!

Monday, December 20, 2004

Invest in beautiful lingerie to banish winter weight gain

While lying on the sofa yesterday after eating a large fry up and still feeling like I needed yet another mince pie I was pondering the thought of just hibernating during the winter months just like a tortoise.

As I now cram some cheese and biscuits in my mouth while reading the Sunday papers I come across an article, ‘Wave goodbye to winter weight gain’. It seems this article was written just for me as not only do they understand there are mood dips but they also suggest as a tip investing in beautiful lingerie now this is my kind of list.

The actual article in the Sunday Time Magazine list looked something like this..
• Mood dips lead to overeating so spend 30 minutes outside in the light everyday. (Time spent walking to and from shops at lunch time)
• Only eating from a dinning room table (this could be a problem as I have no dining table...)
• Invest in beautiful lingerie (my personal favourite and this is all in the name of health reasons, stretching the true but we are between friends)
• Tuck into steak, roast beef, venison and other red meat at least three times a week. (Nice piece of rump steak and a glass of wine for me this evening.)
• Detox your cupboards and fridge of stodgy, calorie-packed winter comfort food. (I shall ignore the last point until boxing day as I have just purchased Marks and Spencers mash and yes I know mash is easy to make but M&S mash in a tub while watching TV in winter is one of the best past times around, of course wearing your favourite Pyjamas or cami set is optional.)

Sunday, December 19, 2004

Mince pies... Mine all mine!

All I can think of is mince pies… I love mince pies….who ate all the pies it was me all me! Yes winter weight gain is here loud and clear but I have come up with a clever plan, I think. Invest in a pretty camisole top one size bigger than normal as this can double as a vest with a bra underneath and can cover the extra little bulges which seem to have appeared since the cold days came calling. It certainly has made me feel warmer and more comfortable today.

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Breaking the world into chapters

If this is my world I actually think you could break the place into chapters female, male and home.

Female – this refers to female and girl situations such as first bra, period knickers, nights in and ladies day at Ascot.

Male – stepping up a gear to be slightly more risky and sexy with planned nights of love, little gifts which are given and have been plus seduction techniques which have gone both so right and so wrong.

Home – reflecting everyday life from washing smalls, birthday suit on a hot summer days in the garden to relaxing at home in winter.

I think that just about covers most things. I will add to this later if I find anything missing that could be covered in a separate chapter..

Friday, December 10, 2004

Scary pants

I started off this morning thinking I should be wearing scary pants as I was due to go karting on the premise of a networking with clients and suppliers. I have never been karting so it seemed a slightly daunting task. However indoor karting is great fun although I didn’t get into the final race as my lap times were just short off the top six. Ok it was more a case that I was so far from the top I didn’t get a look in but speed isn’t everything, is it?

Well apparently so as in this case it was with the boys flying round the track and all the testosterone in the air. It was a great final race, with cars screeching round the track and pulling all the stops out to be crowned number one, oh and not to mention receiving a truly lovely trophy. The first car took to the front of the race just like the Grand Pre, the first car keeping wide so the tension behind increased, creating havoc with cars careering in all different directions.

I wasn’t great at karting as you can gather from my placement in the list but I do wish instead of the scary pants I had thought of cushioned pants. I was slightly too small to reach the pedals so couldn’t quite manage to hit the brake the result was me crashing side ways into a collegue, giving them a burst tyre opps! Not to mention how I am aching now, next time I can safely say it will be big padded pants all the way! A great day out and right now I need a bath so soak away these weary bones.

Thursday, December 09, 2004

French knickers or diamante g-string

With our company Christmas party fast approaching this Friday 10December I decided it was time to sort out a few outfits I might wear so I can decide on the night or at least the day before. I also need to choose a range of luxury lingerie for the evening as you never know with office parties…

So the short list so far is it has to be black, with a little black dress, a black and red rose trimmed dress or a black with pink polka dots dress the theme seems to be black. I know need a collection of lovely little black under garment as having bad fitting underwear will never enhance a look. It would be like painting on an untreated canvas all lumpy and bumpy with the light shining in the wrong areas.

Writing about g-strings on PantsHQ blog yesterday I still have the idea of Gossard diamante in mind as that would sparkle and shine or perhaps the lacy french knickers decisions decisions..I shall let you know on Friday.

Monday, December 06, 2004

If you can read this then you are too damn close!

A funny little thing I read earlier today was a guy talking to a friend about remembering women’s trivia.

“You have to remember all the trivia that your girlfriend tells you,
because eventually you get tested. She'll go: "What's my favourite style knickers?"
And you murmur to yourself: "Sh*t, I wasn't listening ... See through red ones I brought you last yeah?"

If you are thinking what I am thinking this will not be her favourite style or pair of knickers although it properly is his.

One of the cutest and best presents I have received was a playful pair of knickers from a new boyfriend, which read, “If you can read this then you are too damn close”.
This saucy joke was given just before going out for an evening of bars and clubbing. It could be taken two ways as an over protective guy stomping his ground and pissing like cat to mark his territory or as the fun gift it was intended to be, personally I believe they were given as the cute present. The knickers aren’t particularly comfortable, they don’t fit well and I haven’t worn them since, but as I do come across them in my underwear drawer from time to time they always make me smile.

Off white g-string



Ah day of relaxation as I haul myself from my bed late in the afternoon to realise my clothing from the wardrobe and chest of drawers has decided to move itself from its home to the washing basket. Surely I haven’t worn that many clothes in a week! I pile in the washing machine and of cause there is lots of hand washing to do with the delicate undies.
The machine from its final very noisy spin stops and the door light comes on. As I wade through the now clean clothes I notice a strange almost familiar looking piece of underwear. It now becomes clear as I take it from the machine to inspect it further. The once loved summer g-string which was white is now a slight off grey colour. It almost looks like I have wiped it around the bathroom featured in the film train spotting. This isn’t a good look for Supposedly crisp white underwear, sigh!

Sunday, December 05, 2004

Emblazoned with hot pink text of ‘flirt’.

Finally Saturday night and I am getting ready for a girlie night out with my friends to the local bar and later perhaps a little moving and shaking on the dance floor. The only knickers which are suitable for the fun and frivolous night planned tonight are the sheer black knickers which cover the bottom and are emblazoned across the front with the hot pink text ‘flirt’. Please do not get me wrong I am not expecting people to see these super knickers but its fun to know something cute is being worn. With the backless black dress there is no need for a bra so these knickers shall be the accessory of the evening with my little black dress.

Saturday, December 04, 2004

The date just needs to be set.

I wake to swoon over my beautiful, truly lovely buster and knickers set of light pink, with a lace finish and brown ribbon edging. A smile spreads to my face as I think of the time I shall wear this as the evening is already in planning. The date just needs to be set.

Thursday, December 02, 2004

World Aids day

In honour of worlds aids day red bra and knickers will be worn to symbolise support to the cause. Apart from that with my head thumping and the need for my bed calling there isn’t a lot more to add… until tomorrow.

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Inner confidence


Inner confidence note book page.

I decided since the suit was going to be worn today so should the new hot pink bra and knickers set, hidden under the suit but still makes me feel more confident and put a spring in my step as the luscious material presses against y skin. With the plunge line bra under my silky camisole top it looks prefect and seductive under the tweed style suit of the moment. This is a secret though as to the untrained eye it might just glide over this finer detail.
I am glad I did wear my new lovely set as it made me feel special unlike the people I met for lunch. Yes I work in media and I had a meeting with a big media player. I thought the company in question would be cool, trendy with one finger on the pulse, the office reflected this however my lunch companion didn’t. Rude, full of themselves and a big fat cat is how I would describe them. Please do not get me wrong I really enjoy lovely meals and fine wine but a three hour lunch listening to someone talk about their share options and how many holidays they have had that year can get a tad self absorbed especially since this was the first meeting.
As I went to meet friends after this ‘interesting’ meeting it was time to undo a few of those buttons and let my hair down a little, after all it is nearly Christmas isn’t it? Ok any excuse but it was a great night.

Fishnet tights desperation!

Running late for work I go in search of the last item before I can leave my boots. As I pull the old favourite knee high camel coloured boots with fur trim up my calf I feel a pull on my leg and hear a slight tearing sound. The loose weave of the fishnet tight is getting pulled along with the zip as it has now merged and become one. This is not the desired effect and the zip I now decide if yanked hard enough should set itself free from the tights, great in theory and it does set it’s self free. However now I have a horrendous whole in the supposedly sexy fishnets. As I am running out of time I grab for the clear nail varnish as the whole can be coated and so it should stick to my leg in the correct place so no one should see the hole as I have boots on all day.

Now sitting on the train comprehending the situation, which drove me to desperation and to have a hole in my new fishnet tights. I ponder have I gone to far this time and stepped over the line to enter the world of chavs? Where if found out I could be banished forever? Or perhaps I am thinking about it far to hard and it is what it is a hole in my tights.

Monday, November 29, 2004

Monday blues

I really love Mondays, and yes I am being sarcastic. The time I remembered my umbrella was at home keeping my front room floor nice and dry was as I ran late for the 8.30am train. Having risen thirty minutes earlier so I could cultivate my hair into some sort of style rather than the just got out of bed look. I actually thought as I glanced in my hallway mirror near the door ‘hey this is not a bad hair day’.

With the train station on the horizon and just a short distance away the rain drops start to fall and this could be me being paranoid but I am sure they were larger and juicier than normal average rain drops. Within seconds I was muttering under my breath don’t rain anymore just let me get inside, pleading with the rain and sky I suddenly realised this was desperate behaviour even for me at this time on a Monday morning.

Arriving at work on a damage inspection trip to the ladies toilet ready to assess the damage I see it is actually more like devastation. I could have rolled out of bed and looked better than this, sighing I start to try and straighten myself up. As I tug at my jumper I see my beautiful camisole top is peeking over dying to get some air time. As I look down I smile such a pretty piece of delicate lingerie. Why should it be hidden, why shouldn’t it be allowed to show off just above the line of my v-neck jumper? I walk out of the toilet with my head held high in the knowledge this also hopefully will divert attention from the bad hair day I am currently having to the good underwear day I am experiencing.

Saturday, November 27, 2004

Missing knickers



Missing knickers

It is now Saturday night and I am still recovery from Friday night I thought I would update my blog with the missing knickers situation.

The perfect date was lined up with a dreamy guy who I had fancied for what seemed like ever and I was actually getting to the point he was never going to ask me out when he finally asked if I was free for dinner, of course I responded very coolly that yes I was free, although I really don’t think I sounded cool at all as when I think back I am not even sure he finished the sentence before I was accepting.

As I started to get ready for this date I raided my underwear drawer to find the treasured knickers to the red lacy bra which matches the new top I brought perfectly. The whole drawer was tipped out with still no sign of the lovely red lace. Next the washing basket and the over night bag, where are the missing knickers?

The only possibilities I have since come up with are my ex boyfriend has kept them as a souvenir, I washed then and next door cat has stolen them from the line or they have been thrown away by some big error of judgement. Puzzled is what I am or perhaps this fits with the sock thief that seems to live in my home.

Two socks can be placed in the wash but only one shall come out. If I buy three pairs of socks within two months I have three mismatching socks. The question is where do the other socks go? Could it be a different sort of tooth fairy and instead of taking teeth these creatures like socks, perhaps they use the socks to make castles too. In most cases if socks have been worn and not washed they might stand up without any trouble although they might be a little smelly this is a good argument for where socks go. Sod the song where have all the flowers gone there should be a song for ‘‘where do all my socks go? Over there in the sky to build castles way up high.”
Sorry that was a bad little bit of rhythm, but perhaps they needed some lovely red lace for the curtains in the castle and that is where my missing knickers are?

Deep passionate affair

The affair began aged 11 when I received my first set of matching white knickers and vest set. It made me feel so grown up and special. The gift was given in a small plastic packet sealed with a tiny clasp that begged to be released. As most children I torn the pouch open with lightening speed and excitement. The cotton felt soft and smooth with pretty embroidered pink flowers and tiny pink bows.

It was at that moment on that day I loved underwear with all my heart, the smell, the feeling of excitement. I did think over the years that feeling might dissolve but it has just increased with force. I now realise I like handbags and I like shoes but my true desire is a room full of underwear so I wouldn’t have to wash any for a year and still have clean sets to wear. A walk in wardrobe of underwear would be true heaven!

My underwear drawer blog will start today as I have kept notes about underwear for a long time and think there is a story through all different pieces of lingerie. It is now time to tell the secrets of my underwear drawer.

Welcome to the world of Pants

After a weekend of escaping the 9 till 5 I am sitting here in my lingerie deep in thought, within my belly I feel a burning desire, one to actually put my thoughts to this blog. For years I have thought about underwear, worked in the underwear market, kept notes on it and sketched underwear. Today I am launching my blog Pants HQ and along with this I shall be creating a website. The website will bring all the elements of blog information and trends, artwork, useful links on underwear and any others things I deed useful from now until the website launches.

I have given into temptation to write this blog and create the artwork. I do hope you enjoy the ride...