Sexy Skivvies...Fail

I'm not one for frills, lace, or girly things.  Especially when it comes to my underwear. 

Sensible, comfortable, cotton briefs are the way I usually go.  Sure, I've got a few pairs of "fun" undies, but I seldom remember to wear them, so they sit, collecting dust in my underwear drawer. 

A few weeks ago when I was shopping, I decided that it was finally time to replace some of my "well worn" undies.  Yes, I'm that girl who continues to wear panties that have lost their shape, their elastic, and even their ability to remain in position throughout the course of the day.  

I don't know if it was my mood, or just a whim, or maybe I caught a glimpse of myself in the fitting room mirror and realized how sad my "grannie panties" looked.  Whatever the reason, I decided that I'd splurge and buy some lace panties - they looked pretty, they were on sale, so I figured, why not! 

They weren't for Ben - he probably wouldn't notice if I was wearing a g-string.  They were for me, to make me feel pretty, to make me feel like I'd tried a little harder than "which pair of undies is least likely to crawl up my ass today"!

Lesson learned.  Lace panties are not for me.

It's been less than a month and I've learned the hard way that lace undies were not meant for me.  Maybe I'm too rough, or maybe they're just fragile by design, but I've managed to poke my fingers through them so many times that my once beautiful skivvies now look like black lace Swiss cheese!

So, last weekend, I went to Target and bought myself a set of nice, sensible, cotton briefs to replace my holey lace ones with.

I'm sure there are women out there who can manage to maneuver into lace panties without punching their thumb through the sides, or who can take them off without hearing that horrible tearing noise that only lace makes, but I'm not one of them. 

Again, lesson learned.  From now on, I'll stick with comfort, not style!