roman T photography, click image for original
I’ve always wanted fancy lingerie. Whole drawers of it.
It just fits some fantasy I have about being grown up.
My acquisition of it has been sketchy and fraught with peril.
You wouldn’t think that underwear would be so dramatic, but that’s probably because you haven’t thought about it enough.
Sure, there are things you can get away with–robes, maybe nighties. Bras and panties meant for everyday use.
It’s the stuff meant to make an impression that ends up silk and lace time bombs.
It’s expensive and delicate, basically it’s near-disposable, but you buy it anyway.
It doesn’t age well.
It sometimes ends up relationship-specific. Bought for someone else. Or, worse, by someone else. Ghosts in the pantie drawer.
Or, it can make the wrong impression. Their eyes don’t light up, and you can tell they’re trying not to laugh at you. It wasn’t in the budget, and you can see the mental math. More often it’s just that your attempts to impress don’t matter.
And, it never looks the way it does in pictures. It’s hard to feel sexy when you think you look like an hippo in a tutu.
But, one day. One day I’ll do it.
I will.
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I have drawers full of it that will likely never see the light of day (or night) again. It’s one of those *things* that I find strangely hard to part with because it costs so much when I or he bought it.
I think fancy lingerie is a mood item. You have to be in a certain mood to wear it. It sometimes puts you in a certain mood when you wear it. And if he comes home to find you wearing it, well, it sets that particular mood too. Don’t you think it makes things a little more romantic? Do you think it softens your partner?
I keep old stuff, too. I’m all, “I paid $70 for this, and I cannot toss it. I will just gaze upon it, because it is awfully pretty, even if it will never fit again.”
Don’t you think it makes things a little more romantic? Do you think it softens your partner?
I think it depends on the partner. Some people think it’s fussy and pointless.
Guess which kind I’m married to?
Twitter: jennylynwrites
I’d be willing to bet you’re married to the same type I am. The ones who think it looks better on the floor. But I dated a guy once who actually bought me lingerie, except it wasn’t the pretty kind. It looked cheap and tacky, and it was this horrid shade of pink. But he seemed so excited so I wore it. Once. Blergh. Then I hid it somewhere so he’d never find it again.
Twitter: jennylynwrites
BTW, I love that picture by roman T. I really need a Tumblr but I have enough distractions as it is.
Oooh. I hadn’t considered that. There have to be a lot of tacky lingerie lovers, too. More neon the better! Hee.
When I tell my husband I want it, he tells me I don’t need it to impress him. What he fails to understand is that I’m not looking to buy it for him. I want it for me. I like to feel pretty. I love the feel of the satin on my skin. I feel strong when wearing it.
Unfortunately, even the most inexpensive piece begins the process of mental math in his head, beginning with multiplying the actual price…
Love this post!
Right. I want to be A Lady that Has Fancy Underwear. Not necessarily A Lady that Turns Her Partner On With Fancy Underwear. I mean, that’s a nice bonus, and all, but that’s not the point, really.