I hoard certain things.
I think it’s very odd that I hoard these things because the truth is (other than the costumes), I BARELY use any of it.
I just feel compelled to buy it.
Take lingerie for instance.
I have five drawers FULL of lingerie.
I used to have seven but I downsized.
The other day I bought aqua, lavender, and pink camisoles for an outfit for Burning Man.
You’d think the shopping was finished after I bought those, but you’d be wrong.
I had to buy matching lingerie.
Will anyone ever see my lingerie?
I certainly hope so, but it’s not very likely.
The last opportunity I had to show off lingerie was with the Swede and instead of trying to (drunkenly) get into a teddy held together by delicate little straps and lace, I opted to sleep IN THE NUDE.
My son came into my room as I was buying a push up, pink racerback bra.
He glanced at my computer screen, saw the description of the bra, looked me square in the eye and said. . .
“Do you REALLY need a push up bra, mom? Isn’t that being a bit redundant?”
From the mouths of babes.