a quite ordinary item of clothing

If you are sensitive, you might not want to read on. This is the story of an item of clothing, quite ordinary, quite necessary, and I guess most people don’t think about it – or should I say them, because the word is always in the plural.

It was several years ago, on one of our annual trips for a reunion of students of what was the art school. I didn’t go there, my husband did, but they are a very friendly bunch and we always have a great time when we meet up. I always pack the bags, because without boasting I am usually an excellent packer,, and manage to fit everything into the bag or case we’re taking. I always pack extra everythings, extra socks in case we step in a puddle, extra shirts in case we (me) spill our dinner down our fronts, extra jumpers in case it’s chilly, that sort of thing.

On this one occasion we arrived and met up with everyone, exchanged news and caught up with each other, had dinner, and went to a local pub which they remembered from their student days. It was only the next morning when i got out of the shower I realised that for some reason, my packing was not up to standard. I had packed no undies for me, no pants, no knickers, no briefs. How annoying! After breakfast we wandered to the local shops, and to be honest we did seem to be in the sad end of town, and there weren’t many shops open at all, let alone a clothes shop. Eventually we found a store, a cut-price, cheap item place, and I went in to see if they sold underwear. To be fair they did have a good selection of clothing but for some reason barely anything which would have suited or fitted me.

I asked the lady by the counter and she was very pleasant, but very sorry, all she could suggest were some wispy pieces of fabric of a lacy nature, which appeared far too small. The sort of things fashionable, slim young women might wear – literally ‘barely anything!.

“They are in the sale,” she told me. “Three for the price of two.”

I asked if there were any other clothes shops nearby, but sadly no. I decided to take advantage of the offer, and was amazed that they were only £3 – yes, cheap imports, probably made by some poorly paid person in a far off place, but I put my scruples aside.

I returned to the hotel and when I opened the bag, there were three pairs to each of the three packs I’d bought. So I had nine pairs of wispy, lacy items! Well, that was a bargain even if I only wore them once and wastefully threw them away.

However… these nine wispy undies turned out to be the most comfortable I’ve ever worn! And I still have them and I still wear them! A bargain indeed!

My featured image is of a wonderful cake which was made for a school reunion, decorated with a pair of bottle green knickers, part of our school uniform!