Do you remember all those funny little things you did before you had kids?
Like sleeping in on a Sunday, then staying in your PJ’s all day, watching bad movies and eating nothing but ice cream and cookies? Or staying in bed because it was cold and rainy outside and all you wanted to do was read a book and sleep? Or wearing outfits that you really had no right to wear out in public, which in turn made you want to do it even more, so you did? Or having your knickers and bra’s match (and yes, I said ‘knickers‘. To me, ‘panties‘ are what little girls wear, not grown women – but that’s just me).
Yeah, that last one is a kicker, huh?
Having a conversation with a friend of mine a little while ago and she turns to me and says “I bought matching underwear for the first time in 20 years yesterday.”
I wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that, so all I said was “That so?”
“Yup.” says she. “I showed Hubby what I had bought, and he looked at me with this look of complete and total panic. He says to me ‘Did I forget something? Our anniversary? Your birthday? It’s October, so it can’t be Valentine’s Day and Christmas is still two months away. So what’s the special occasion?'”
By now, I’m starting to understand where she was going with this. “So, what did you say to him?”
“I said, ‘No special occasion. I saw them and liked them and decided to buy them. Why? Don’t you like them?'”
That’s a loaded question if ever I heard one. “And what did he say?”
“He said they looked great and he was excited for me. What’s that supposed to mean? It’s not like they were even that fancy. Just a beige bra and panties that matched and had the bra had a little bow on it.”
At this point, I can’t tell if she’s upset at his response, at the fact that she didn’t buy something more fancy, or just at the simple fact that in the past 20 years, she hadn’t bought matching underwear. I personally can’t imagine not owning underwear that matches. Really. It’s kind of an obsession with me. Before Little P came along, when I went underwear shopping, I would buy extra pairs of knickers with a bra just so I could always have a pair that matched it. Obviously, once Little P arrived, that kind of stopped – heck, in the beginning I was just impressed if I managed to get out of my PJ’s let alone have on underwear.
But now I’m back into the swing of it, and I still can’t imagine not matching my underwear. Sure, there will be days when they might not be the same color (you know, those days when you want to wear white pants and a black shirt) but they will be the same ‘make and model’… so to speak.
My friend however, had never had a pair of underwear that were even made by the same company as her bra’s. She had been just grabbing handfulls at the *gasp* discount bins and hadn’t really been concerned about whether they matched any of her bra’s (and sometimes she didn’t even look at the size). Sure, she had some that were close in color – in the same ‘family‘ of black or white. But that was pretty much it.
I was kind of at a loss. I didn’t know what to say. I know I’m weird when it comes to the whole underwear thing (I can’t do bargain store ones for example. I tried, I really did, but the girls need their proper support and $10 bra’s just don’t cut it for me), and I know most women don’t spend a whole lot of time thinking about their ‘support garments‘. But ladies, for the love of all that is wonderful about a woman’s body, please, please, please, spend a little extra time when trying on underwear and bra’s, and if you can afford it, a little extra cash. A great fitting bra and matching knickers can do wonders for you and how you feel.
Which is exactly what I told my friend. That she should be excited about this new phase in her life; both her kids are grown and out of the house. So, go crazy. Buy that bright purple lacy bra you saw in the store. Get the knickers that match. Why not even buy stockings?! Celebrate your body. Enjoy it for what it is – yours. Go on. You deserve it.
And while you are at it – get Hubby some new underwear. You know he probably needs it.