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Glorious Panties!
Jan. 21st, 2004 02:44 pmThis morning I received an email from Victoria's Secret telling me my order had shipped just moments before, and I should expect them to be flying in from some Secret warehouse via UPS by Thursday. (Can you just imagine my lacy things flying swiftly through the air to wing their way to me?)
When I arrived at home at 2:30pm, a package from "VSD" sat in its white glory before my front door. You should have seen my face! The gold embroidered plunge bra and briefs I purchased for Bowie's concert fit so perfectly, I barely felt the silken lace caressing me. The black boyshorts were a little snug, but a few adjustments here and there, and the acceptance that the back *was* meant to ride up, I managed to get them situated (the giant fleshy thing known as my belly--or beloved squishy if you ask Ana--expanded my normal panty-band's experience; poor panty band). My "practical" whisper pink bra and panty set did not work out so well. The bra did not fit (I am not made for wearing racer-back bras, apparently)--instead, it grabbed strangely at my back and squished the middle parts of my breasts. Yes, the straps were extended to their fullest. The matching panties are not currently in stock. Of course, when I was searching through the bag, my first thought was, "Where are my pink panties?" I will be returning the bra today on my trip to the post office to send other things around the world. But glorious day! The gold lacy things fit! ::giggles::
( Pink Undies Nabbed )
What they never explain is why the criminal was wearing pink panties, and did he wear them because it was his birthday? ::lifts brow:: I'm always curious (and supportive) about men wearing such things.
I am off to meet a young woman who may (I hope, I hope) become my new roomie and with whom I shall be searching for 2br apartments. Yippee! She found me, so I'm very encouraged about the wholemess thing.
When I arrived at home at 2:30pm, a package from "VSD" sat in its white glory before my front door. You should have seen my face! The gold embroidered plunge bra and briefs I purchased for Bowie's concert fit so perfectly, I barely felt the silken lace caressing me. The black boyshorts were a little snug, but a few adjustments here and there, and the acceptance that the back *was* meant to ride up, I managed to get them situated (the giant fleshy thing known as my belly--or beloved squishy if you ask Ana--expanded my normal panty-band's experience; poor panty band). My "practical" whisper pink bra and panty set did not work out so well. The bra did not fit (I am not made for wearing racer-back bras, apparently)--instead, it grabbed strangely at my back and squished the middle parts of my breasts. Yes, the straps were extended to their fullest. The matching panties are not currently in stock. Of course, when I was searching through the bag, my first thought was, "Where are my pink panties?" I will be returning the bra today on my trip to the post office to send other things around the world. But glorious day! The gold lacy things fit! ::giggles::
( Pink Undies Nabbed )
What they never explain is why the criminal was wearing pink panties, and did he wear them because it was his birthday? ::lifts brow:: I'm always curious (and supportive) about men wearing such things.
I am off to meet a young woman who may (I hope, I hope) become my new roomie and with whom I shall be searching for 2br apartments. Yippee! She found me, so I'm very encouraged about the whole
