Last week, there was good number of comments on the post responding to Jackie's question about brassieres with a lot of good suggestions for readers who are dissatisfied with what they are wearing to hold up their boobies.
Online and in a couple of emails, there were requests for a similar discussion about underpants and like brassieres, I am at unqualified to lead such a conversation. Let me explain.
During the last three years of my working life, I commuted every day from Manhattan to Stamford, Connecticut – a round trip of about four-and-a-half hours. That left me time during the week for nothing except travel, work and sleep.
Weekends were for catching up with the necessities of life – laundry, housecleaning, food shopping, perhaps cooking ahead so I had meals I could easily heat during the week before falling into bed to be rested enough when the alarm sounded at 4:30AM.
That pretty much described my entire life for those years. The only time left for personal shopping was on my return to Manhattan in the evenings and because I had, by then, been awake for 15 hours, I didn't stray far from the shops in Grand Central Station.
The only place to buy underpants at the Station was Rite-Aid and over those three years, I bought several dozen pairs of plain, cotton panties. Not high-cut, not hip huggers, not lace-y, not silky, not anything except white or black panties. I just wanted to get home as soon as possible, so anything beyond practicality and quick purchase was not on my agenda.
I'm guessing that before I began tossing the ones that have become worn and ragged in the past few years, I owned 30 or 40 pairs. I bought so many because some weekends I was too exhausted to do the laundry.
Sometimes, I was too tired to do the laundry for two weekends in a row. I'm pretty sure it must have been three weekends in a row on occasion. And one does need clean undies every day.
One of the cool things about owning a lot of any one kind of clothing item is that you wear each one so few times that they hardly ever wear out (this worked well for me with shoes for many years too) and only recently is my pantie supply low enough that it will soon be time to shop again.
If I ever had preferences about panties, I have long forgotten what they were and I haven't found any problems with the ones I own. So I am turning over this discussion to you. Here is what one reader, Martel, asked:
”I would like to know if there is some source of well-made 'granny drawers' I am unaware of. I am looking for cotton, boy legs with no elastic, and (please god) enough of a rise for the top to be at my waist without the bottom riding up my crack. The ones I'm wearing now are so thin and poor quality.”