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...