My relationship with my husband was put under scrutiny this weekend. The reason being, he returned home from a food shop armed with a pack of woman’s pant shorts, and said ‘I thought you might like these!’ in a rather pleased with himself voice.
He then went on to explain, that he had noticed that my underwear had ‘seen it’s best!’ as he put it.
Now I used to be a girl that prided herself on her underwear, never designer (I have never afforded that) but always pretty and hopefully matching.
The fact of the matter is I have become very lapse when taking care of my underwear drawer! Since having my first born I have become far too comfortable in big cotton knickers, and the thought of putting on a thong now actually fills me with dread! If on a night out, I always take a spare pair of comfy briefs so I can change during the night in true Bridget Jones style. How terrible is that?
So there we have it, my underwear saga in brief (ha ha). I don’t really know whether I should have been worried, mortified, or really peed off, but the fact of the matter is, I was secretly rather pleased. So maybe my husband and I are a match made in heaven after all!