Dear Sad Knicker Drawer

MrsRedmondWrites - 11 Jul 17

Summer’s here and the joy the freedom of a skirt brings cannot be underestimated.  After months of tights and trousers, who doesn’t love a cool breeze on a sweaty thigh? But, it does cause knicker-bother. I lose half my underwear between my buttocks and then have to fish out the offending piece of material.

Looking at my knicker drawer, I feel sorry for the poor old girl. I ought to apologise. She once was pride of place in the bedroom of a younger, child-free woman. She was the drawer of opportunity, hope, hot dates and late nights…but alas, she has been relegated to an IKEA unit that in all honesty needs a good dusting.

How I remember matching pairs – knickers that actually had a perfectly coordinated bra. Opening the drawer was like seeing the rainbow – virginal whites, pretty pastels, shocking pinks and those functional period-day blacks.  Knickers for every occasion, ones with more structure than the Eiffel Tower and sadly, those knickers that will never fit again.

My drawer reflected the broad spectrum of my personality so at any given time I would be appropriately dressed. Particularly, if I was knocked down and taken to hospital as my dear mother often feared!

Now, I’m all grown up. I realise how life has chipped away at my beloved knicker drawer. Virginal whites are now a ghastly grey, pretty pastels are a poor effort, shocking pink is shocking no-one and period-day blacks still feature strongly, just far more often than making a rare monthly appearance.

So where is all this knicker talk leading me? The contents are a random reflection of my story over nearly 20 years. From a ‘How to seduce any man in the Zodiac’ book my bestie gave me age 18, to my wedding tiara, to photos of our baby who just wasn’t meant for this world, key moments are wrapped up, tucked away and hidden under those poor excuses for underwear.

I know they have seen better days (shopping spree is calling!) but this nostalgic trip down my knicker memory lane has really made me smile because somewhere in that mix of cotton, silk and lace is the girl I was and the woman I am. Forty, reflective, standing proud but mostly, looking forward to what the next 40 years will bring.

MrsRedmondWrites

I'm a freelance PR consultant and mum of two. I love to write and carry notebooks everywhere but rarely share anything publically - until now. I aim to write honest observations, musings and anecdotes about life, relationships and parenting. All done with a huge wry smile.

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