Nice knickers

 

Well spring has definitely sprung! The daffodils are in full bloom, the clocks have jumped forward, there are cute, bouncy baby sheep in the fields (no, not lambs. Lambs are meat, we eat lamb, we do NOT eat baby sheep!) and we've had snow, of course! Which has killed the daffodils and made the baby sheep very cold!

I shall tell you what I've been thinking about this week... Underwear! I used to love it. Lacy bras with matching knickers. Lots of colours and tiny embroidery, silky and pretty and sexy (yes, I can say that). It was a joy. Even when no one saw it, I did. I would go to work in the city centre and I'd always be wearing lovely underwear. Tiny knickers, thongs, g-strings, French knickers. I started my first job at Williams & Glyn's Bank as a full time clerk in 1985 aged 16. My first wage was about £300 (that must be at least £1000 today). And I bought a pale pink pure silk teddy (do we even have 'teddies' any more?). It was £50. And I adored it. £50 must have been about £150 today I think. I still have it somewhere but couldn't find it for today. Of course it won't fit me, at all (not even one leg) but I'll have it packed away. But I did find the receipt. As you can see my memory has failed me. It was £41 and was bought in March 1986! That's 9 months after I started work. Weird, I could have sworn that I bought it with my first wages! Never mind, I am getting old now lol. But now a days my pants rarely match my bra (unless you call a washed out white bra with a random pair of greying pants, matching?) I can't even call them knickers any more. They're bigger in style and size. Teddies, basques, French knickers, camisoles and suspender belts are a thing of the past. I wear a bra (reluctantly) to keep my boobs up and pants are just a vessel to hold my panty liner in the right place (usually - remember when my (worn all day) panty liner ended up on the outside of my trousers? Only to be removed by a male friend - most embarrassing (and hilarious) thing ever!!)

I hope you all had a lovely Easter. Eating your eggs and lamb (not baby sheep). 

Give to those who have nothing to give to you. - Rupi Kaur

My final total for The British Heart Foundation was £271 which is amazing! Thank you again to everyone who donated. You are fabulous.