I have a huge lingerie collection – upwards of 7 drawers full of bras, garter belts, panties, bustiers, corsets, stockings, bodysuits, and chemises. And that’s not including the costumes…
It’s impressive, even by Victoria’s Secret standards.
Periodically, I run out of space in my bureaus and I have to pare down some of my collection.
The black panty with the red lace heart window and garters always stays.
As a woman, I have tiers of lingerie – levels of cotton, lace, and satin which increase in sexiness as you go up. It’s a so-called pyramid of lingerie.
At the bottom of the pyramid is the period underwear. These pairs are so bad that no one is allowed to see us in them. They can sometimes be stained, occasionally stretched out, and definitely not anything you want to be caught dead in. You wear these when you’re feeling gross and bloated.
The next level is the comfortable lingerie – these are your plain cotton panties, your Fruit-of-the-Looms, your gym underwear. They’re your business underwear – all work, no play. When you want to be comfortable you wear these. Not necessarily meant to be seen in, but it’s not the end of the world if you are. You’re not dressing to impress.
Up one tier we encounter the Fredericks of Hollywood and Victoria’s Secret lingerie. This is your standard sexy lingerie which looks good on you but still eventually fades and semi falls apart because it was made in China. Still, you remember when it was sexy so you keep wearing it.
Finally, you have your top tier lingerie – La Perla, Elle MacPherson, Agent Provocateur, Eberjey. and Faire Frou Frou. These are your drop-the-jaw, shut-the-door, mama-and-daddy-are-getting-it-on lingerie. They are the pieces that when we put then on we feel instantly sexy (and they hold up over the years because they were mad in Italy and France).
They are the pieces that when we put them on we feel instantly sexy. Like a Pussycat Doll on a mission. Not all of these pieces have to be expensive. I have a hot pink slip from Target which makes me feel like Marilyn Monroe.
If you catch my in my top tier undies, chances are you’re getting lucky.
Just writing this makes want to go inventory my lingerie drawers and post pics of me and my favorites.
But since I’m away from home, I’ll have to be satisfied posting my boudoir photos again.
P.S. I have a small but impressive collection of vinyl that makes me understand the meaning of the word fetish on a cellular level…