As the big wedding day looms I have been questioned by a few people if I had made the important wedding day underwear purchase yet. To be honest, the idea had not even crossed my mind. An email from trade secret advertising a big underwear sales event prompted me to go investigate my options.
Rows and racks of frills, lace and whatever those contraptions are called that you attach stockings to greeted me. I carefully inspected each appropriate (read, sexy) looking item, copped a feel and thought that just about every pair of the assumed sexy knickers would end up up my bum. Yes, some of them were totally cute but not totally wedge-proof.
Normally, the boring but comfortable-and-no-wedgie bikini briefs are my undies of choice. Bonds particularly if I can get them cheap enough. I don't even own a g anymore.
But being my wedding night, certain assumptions are made. Assumptions that I should be wearing some sort of sexy underwear to lure my husband into the bedroom to consummate our marriage. Well, if you had read my wedding checklist post you would know that we have booked out a fabulous campground for the entire weekend.
If you put two and two together you'll figure out that campground = camping = no bedroom as such. To make our stay a little more comfortable we have hired a caravan to rest our heads once all the dancing, drinking and mayhem is done with. I may be a little prudish and not doing my 'wifely' duty but I doubt there will be any sort of consummating going on or in other words
if the caravan's-a-rocking, don't-come-a-knockin' action.
I left the shop sans-undies but with some socks and a new shirt for the boy. I even questioned him when we returned to trade secret the following day for a belt (no, not of the chastity variety) about the idea of wedding underwear. He would never dare to step inside the ladies underwear section in case some sort of a-male-has-entered alarm went off but explained that there is no need to have to worry about wearing sexy undies.
So that's that. I have full permission to wear whatever I feel comfortable in.
Bridget Jones panties anyone? (post title courtesy of one of my favourite movies - Bridget Jones's Diary)