Granny Knickers

I've been thinking about underwear lately, mainly because I got all dressed up to go to the carnival in my patchwork dungarees, and my knickers were visible in the sides because they're a bit big. I wear knickers from Bravado Designs, initially because they matched my nursing bras, and then because they are the comfiest knickers I have ever worn, bar none.

I've always been a one for comfy knickers. Those of you following this journal avidly will know that I'm always keen on comfy generally. And that means knickers that cover my whole rear end, the whole buslike vastness of it, both pigs in a blanket, the entire horse's posterior. Otherwise they ride up. And I've always wondered how g-strings and thongs (is there a difference? And why is a g-string called a g-string?) can be comfortable. Um. Not always. But for some time. I had one or two at some stage, and used them when I intended to go dancing in tight tight jeans - if your underwear is going to ride up, the less fabric you start out with the better. But they always felt as though they were riding up.

So I like "Granny Knickers". That's what big comfy knickers are called - some girls think that anything as large as a tanga (are they still called tangas? perhaps now they're called minis. I looked for pictures on the web but you try asking Google to find images of knickers - NOT if you're at work - and see what you find) are "granny knickers" and habitually wear little bits of dental floss, but I think maternity pants are a good "granny knicker" size.

I have also always insisted on comfortable bras. Except for that too-small black lace underwired almost-cleavage-inducing one I had as a teenager, but adolescence Doesn't Count.

Cotton. Lots of support, but no underwire. Like the knickers - cotton, and strong, wide elastic at the waist, so they stay up properly.

But I'm young and fun and attractive! I am! Even, sometimes, sexy! just, you know, comfortable.

Let us Speak Out for Big Knickers. And someone find and melt all those nasty nylon things in the cheap shops. Ugh. Shiny.

(And I'm still saving up for the day I find the silk underwear I want. Mm. I had a silk lining to me wedding dress, and silk next to the skin is glorious.)