
I.wear.granny.panties. Whew, wow, that feels great to get off my chest. No, I don't even wear nice undies on special occasions! I wore the
granniest panties (um, up past the belly-button, down past the bum, yes...yes) under my wedding dress...granted I was seeking comfort, and I had layers and layers of silk to contend with...and I had just had major surgery...

But, lately, several people around me have found themselves...shall we say...having some extra
company, and needing a little something frilly under the bulky wool sweater, these lucky ladies asked me to come on a little special shopping trip with them this weekend, and I must say, it forced me to consider the fact that maybe my personal wardrobe could use a little update.

So off we went to the dreaded
Victoria's Secret (I have not walked into a Victoria's Secret store since...7th grade? Why was I in there in 7th grade? I think my friends and I were trying on feather boas and silk frilly robes and laughing ourselves silly.) In fact, some things are, dare I say,
pretty, and
might even be something I
might wear. Yes, even I can be convinced to turn my nose up at my extra large granny panties.

Now, I am fully aware that some diligent shopping may turn up some not mass-produced undies, but I don't feel like it, so there, and neither do my lady friends. They have other things on their minds, dirty ladies, plus, they have to shave.

These are cute right? Totally respectable right? So where do you buy your undies??? Oh, and for the sake of full disclosure, (since I know you are totally picturing me in those granny panties...I bought
this :) Uhm....a total, TOTAL necessity.