Thirteen years ago (and 6 months), I bought new underwear to accommodate my growing belly and honor my status as 'expecting.'
I bought nude-colored thongs at Motherhood Maternity.
I know. That's a vision you probably don't want to take with you to lunch, so feel free to close your eyes and erase it from your mind.
I've had that underwear for 13 years. I've worn it daily. Daily. I wore it through another pregnancy two years after my daughter was born. Shockingly, the underwear bounced back from pregnant to no-longer-pregnant without issue. It always fit. It was in good shape.
Why ruin a good thing?
I expected the underwear to break down after a few years, but only in the last year have things gone...well...south.
Seams are starting to bust. The color is dingy. I've tossed a few pair for holes.
I'm down to about 7 pair of these underwear, and though I've purchased nicer, newer panties, I always come back to these things.
Comfort and habit are real.
Yesterday, as I contemplated a capsule wardrobe and fast fashion and how I could possibly maintain a well-manicured, thoughtful, simple and streamlined wardrobe, I realized I couldn't possibly build on a foundation of 13-year old, busting at the seams, dingy underwear.
And let's not forget the elephant in the room: no self-respecting French woman would allow this kind of nonsense in her life.
I'm not French, which has been my 'out' all these years. However, I'm not immune to the philosophy that French women are out there, sauntering through the streets of Paris in nothing short of silk and lace.
Yesterday, after an hour-and-a-half drive and with only two hours to accomplish our mission, my daughter and I hit the mall of Durham, NC and power-shopped.
We had a list. We stuck to the list. We fueled with Starbucks and rewarded ourselves with Chipotle (sans black beans).
I bought underwear.
Because I need my underwear to last, to wear well, to not show panty lines and to be somewhat attractive, I chose Hanky Panky. I've worn them before. They're ridiculously comfortable while still presentable.
I should note here that I spent all of my 20s wearing Hanes Her Way full-on granny panties and loved those too. But at 42, the thought of that is just demoralizing.
I got a whole new set of these two styles yesterday:
I have high-hopes for those Retro Things. I love coverage without a panty line. #fingerscrossed
In all seriousness, after I did the 30 Day Minimalism Challenge, I realized just how tattered my basics have become. Dingy panties. Socks with holes. Tank tops that have seen better days. I am committed to having a small, stylish, affordable, well-cared-for and versatile wardrobe, and that begins with the essentials.
Today, I'll be tossing old socks and my beloved maternity thongs.
I also purchased black, white and gray workout socks. I was rocking some neon colored socks because I bought them on sale. This is exactly the type of dodgy behavior I'll be cleaning up this year. Neon? Really?
My husband will probably bring home champagne.
I'm curious if any of you has a favorite underwear/bra/panties brand? Is your undergarment drawer neatly sorted and full of lovely pieces - or are you like me, stuck in a world of comfortable unmentionables that are truly...unmentionable?
I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend and is ready to tackle Monday. I'm feeling bright today, even if rain is on the horizon and chores loom.