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the domestic minx
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This morning I realised that I have developed disturbing Lingerie Issues.
While I cannot complain that my lingerie collection is not vast, varied or voluptuous, fit to burst with the variety of paraphernalia spilling from it, there has been a sad degeneration in my own personal choice of what to wear.
Lately I have horrified myself by resorting to the same three underpants in daily succession, and always with the same predictable bra or two.
It is a miserable development and one that every Minx, especially those of a Domestic nature, must avoid at all costs.
It is a Sign.
A Warning Bell sounding out loud and clear that one is in Grave Danger.
Danger of becoming Blasé.
Oh a Minx simply cannot become Blasé about her Undergarments!
I can only put it down to a brief but bothersome period of debilitating domesticity.
It is sadly obvious that my wretched state of mind has been reflected, both symbolically and tragically, in my unimaginative choice of underwear.
Three pairs of humble underpants are all I have been relying on for coverage lately and they are all pitiful.
They are, however, comfortable, friendly and dependable. They don't pinch and they don't ride. They are the proverbial Old Shoes and while my entire front bottom is cringeing and curling it's metaphorical toes at the allusion, the fact is that they are safe. (To be woefully translated as harmless and unadventurous.)
There is the smooth unobtrusiveness of the black Jockey Woman seamless pair. There is the demure coyness of the SoHo black tinies with antique cream lace. And there are the leopard prints. While I have a magnificent seven pairs of leopard print underpants, it is deplorable that the pair consistently taking my daily fancy have to be the most circumspect and comparatively tedious of the lot.
When there are roughly 94 pairs of pretty panties in one drawer and 45 bras in another, why am I found clinging to three overwashed and bobbly abominations?
Not only do I need a thorough slapping, I require an overhaul.
So today I am shaking things up a little.
And moving the stock around.
My drawers are to be livened up!!
There will be a reshuffling. Oh there will be spillage and there will be disorder, but from the discombobulation of my drawers will arise
The Phoenix of Frivolity, Fluff and Frippery!
She will be pink and pretty. Scarlet and salacious.
Sexy and spearmint fresh.
And she will be pretty.
She will have lace and flowers and sparkly bits on her and she will be conspicuous by her inappropriately flagrant fluffiness.
If my state of mind is to be mirrored by my undergarment choices then bobbly, black, boring and blah will be ceremoniously burned in the bin.
I will be reborn in my true incarnation as
and
Champion of the Frilly Knickers.
I am quite certain my bottom will thank me, as will my freshly hoisted breasts.
In fact, I can feel my state of mind instantly renewed!
No doubt The Domestic Minx will also receive a round of applause from one other interested party, partial to a little titillation in the lingerie department.
Failing that, of course, I will be heading to a more expansive Lingerie Department at David Jones for some of Elle McPherson's new Boudoir range...
I have a special friend who is as sparkly and divine as my new lingerie.
If, like me, you appreciate all that is delicious and darling, you simply must visit Margot - The Impatient Blogger.
Bursting with Super Girlie Power Goodness,
her blog is my daily slice of delight.
A brilliant mind and a devilishly good writer,
her creativity on the beads, on the page
and on the stage is boundless.
You will be enchanted, I warn you!!!
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Reader Comments (10)
J'adore cette image, elle est magnifique ! Je suis fan de ton blog, même si souvent, je ne comprends pas tout... J'aime l'esprit et toutes tes illustrations sont divines...xx
Oh les périls de la traduction!
J'aime votre emplacement trop Violette xx
que vous êtes plein d'esprit et perspicace et moi aimez votre attitude. Je sais le français beaucoup mais emploie parfois Babel Fish pour m'aider...
J'aime les images trop - amour de I particulièrement cet artiste, Ray Caesar - tellement très obscur et étrangement beau.
Oh MINXY! THANK YOU! You are too kind. I am blushing from my scalp to my tippy toes! If you were here, I'd give you a big fat wet kiss! You're the ginchiest!
I love lingerie but after I had my daughter my collection was given away. I waited a year and realized that I'd never be a size 0 again. Then I fell into the Mommy trap. Ergh. Just this year I forced myself to stop wearing the requisite comfy but dull as dirt t-shirt material cotton thongs and to upgrade to some lacy little matching sets. Something happens when the bra and panties match, something magical. I've been eyeing for several months now with sheer unbridled lust the entire catalog at Agent Provacateur. I can't justify the expense right now, with my recent forays into architectural preservation and hair removal, but soon, soon!
The panties matter.
xox,
Margot
oh you are sooooooo inspiring :) and I must get myself to a place where my knicker drawer says "hellooooooooooo" rather than "oh deary me".
Oh Mistress of the Magical Panties,
I'm glad you liked my little advertisement. You really do deserve it, and it is such fun, paying it forward. Beautifully coincidental with the Agent Provocateur temptations.
Yes, the panties do matter. What Lies Beneath really does affect what's On the Surface. We all know that and maybe that's why we just have to put on the big comfy cottontails sometimes...
There really is nothing like matching bra and panties for a magical transformation!!
xox
Darling Jafabrit,
Perhaps the undie drawer just needs what mine has had. A thorough turning out and reshuffling.
I rediscovered pretty things I'd forgotten all about. I just kept folding and placing the same old undies at the front and pulled them out without thinking. I became lost in my own robotic panty pulling. I found some deary-me's in there too and they were given the heave-ho!!
xox
I advise you to get rid of the 'old shoes' immediately....what if you were in an accident? It doesn't bear thinking about.....it would blow your DM persona right out of the water...the ramifications are endless
Yes, the very thought of being caught with a pair of old shoes girdling my bottom has been too horrendous!
They have been removed and Domestic Minx persona successfully restored to former glory...
A Domestic Minx with dreary drawers!!
Surely not!
Happy to hear you've got the matter under control!
Oh it is sorted.
The drawer, the debilitating degeneration and the domestic disorder is sorted!!
Dreary days are gone and happiness is restored by way of pink and yellow spots!!
Oh joy, oh bliss, oh happiness!