Anne here (coming in late because I forgot!) 
Apparently August 6th is International Underwear Day. (Who thinks up these things? And who has international underwear anyway? Not I. Oh wait, I think some of my knickers might be made in China.) In which case, "Hi, I'm Anne and I wear . . . (pause for dramatic effect). . . International Underwear! (And no, there will be no photo.)
Not that I'm suggesting you all rush out to purchase International Underwear of any sort — although somehow the thought of French knickers feels like a very sexy thing to do. How did the French do that — create that automatically sexy association? Because name your undies from any other country and it's —yeah? So what? But say French undies and it's ooh-la-la, or the 21st century version of.
In any case, the question here is, what would a nice Regency-era girl like Jane Austen wear under her chemise? Probably nothing. Because good girls back then didn't wear knickers. (or drawers which was the correct term for early English knickers.)
As I said in a blog a few years ago, the fashion crept across the English Channel from—yes, you guessed it — France. According to my favorite book on undies, THE HISTORY OF UNDERCLOTHES, by Willett and Cunnington, the earliest English reference to the wearing of drawers comes in Samuel Pepys' diary, where he suspected his wife of intended infidelity and watched her dressing.
"I am ashamed to think what a course I did take by lying in to see whether my wife did wear drawers today as she did use to . . "
However, Mrs Pepys was a Frenchwoman, so might have brought the articles in question with her. And the question of how the wearing of drawers might be an indication of infidelity to come is not answered. Was it because they were daring and glamorous and exotic—the 17th Century version of her naughty pants? Or because Mrs Pepys only has a few pairs that were kept for special outings. We can only speculate.
This comic illustration by Rowland shows what ladies wore under their petticoats before the introduction of drawers, though he's not exactly using this as an illustration of virtue. *g*
According to Willett and Cunnington drawers for women began to come into fashion in England around 1806 and were, at first, modeled on the ones worn by men. The waistband was drawn in and held by a lace or tie, the legs tubular or gathered at the knee. The pic here is of drawers owned by the Duchess of Kent (around 1820.) The cost of a pair of drawers was between about 3 and 4 shillings, so not for the poor. 
Pantaloons for women came in later—they were longer than drawers—and the name was soon feminized to pantalettes. These were different in that they were intended to be seen, below the hemline which was, of course, controversial.
Lady Stanley complained in a letter in 1817, "We were insulted by the presence of (Lady) Charlotte (Lindsay) in a green silk Spencer, green silk boots and trowsers to the ankle much below the petticoat." Clearly Lady Charlotte Lindsay was a dasher. This fashion didn't last— except for young girls and children. (It reminds me of the brief fashion for "witches britches" in my childhood — see pic below. I remember my mother wearing them.)
Interestingly, according to Willett and Cunnington, French writer on fashion attributed the introduction of drawers to the English custom of schoolgirls wearing them for physical exercise, and claim that the fashion crossed the Channel in the other direction. (And thus the French and English traditions of each blaming the other were preserved.) 
Whatever, conservative members of society were appalled and outraged by the wearing of these obviously masculine garments by delicate females and all kinds of horrific outcomes were predicted. I blogged about them here, if you're interested.
We can look back and snigger today at such ignorance, but I was amazed to discover that the controversy is still around today. Church leaders in some areas are ordering women to stop wearing knickers and quoting Biblical passages forbidding the wearing of men's apparel by women. The debate continues.
Further reading: what's wrong with women wearing trousers
Pastor bans women from wearing undies.
Or simply google the topic — you'll be surprised.
So, what about you? Will you join in the celebration of International Underwear Day by wearing some foreign or exotic knickers, will you proclaim your virtue by "going commando" (ie wearing no knickers), will you string a pair of colorful knickers from the nearest flagpole, will you dig out your mother's witches britches, or will you simply make some underpant toast (yes there truly is such a thing: instructions here) and have it with a cup of your favorite brew? Curious minds want to know. (And others are simply asking "Show us your knickers!")
LOL! So glad you told us in time to prepare for this internationally celebrated event. *G* I am pondering the drawers of Mrs. Pepys. If she was having an affair, one would thing she -wouldn’t- wear them. Not that Pepys was in any position to criticize if his wife had a wandering eye!
LOL! So glad you told us in time to prepare for this internationally celebrated event. *G* I am pondering the drawers of Mrs. Pepys. If she was having an affair, one would thing she -wouldn’t- wear them. Not that Pepys was in any position to criticize if his wife had a wandering eye!
LOL! So glad you told us in time to prepare for this internationally celebrated event. *G* I am pondering the drawers of Mrs. Pepys. If she was having an affair, one would thing she -wouldn’t- wear them. Not that Pepys was in any position to criticize if his wife had a wandering eye!
LOL! So glad you told us in time to prepare for this internationally celebrated event. *G* I am pondering the drawers of Mrs. Pepys. If she was having an affair, one would thing she -wouldn’t- wear them. Not that Pepys was in any position to criticize if his wife had a wandering eye!
LOL! So glad you told us in time to prepare for this internationally celebrated event. *G* I am pondering the drawers of Mrs. Pepys. If she was having an affair, one would thing she -wouldn’t- wear them. Not that Pepys was in any position to criticize if his wife had a wandering eye!
My thoughts exactly, Mary Jo — Pepys was hardly the world’s most faithful husband. And the whole ‘drawers as an indicator of future naughtiness’ is intriguing, isn’t it?
But I’m shocked you aren’t gearing up for International Undies Day — shocked! *g*
My thoughts exactly, Mary Jo — Pepys was hardly the world’s most faithful husband. And the whole ‘drawers as an indicator of future naughtiness’ is intriguing, isn’t it?
But I’m shocked you aren’t gearing up for International Undies Day — shocked! *g*
My thoughts exactly, Mary Jo — Pepys was hardly the world’s most faithful husband. And the whole ‘drawers as an indicator of future naughtiness’ is intriguing, isn’t it?
But I’m shocked you aren’t gearing up for International Undies Day — shocked! *g*
My thoughts exactly, Mary Jo — Pepys was hardly the world’s most faithful husband. And the whole ‘drawers as an indicator of future naughtiness’ is intriguing, isn’t it?
But I’m shocked you aren’t gearing up for International Undies Day — shocked! *g*
My thoughts exactly, Mary Jo — Pepys was hardly the world’s most faithful husband. And the whole ‘drawers as an indicator of future naughtiness’ is intriguing, isn’t it?
But I’m shocked you aren’t gearing up for International Undies Day — shocked! *g*
I wear what are generally referred to as “granny panties” as I feel exposed if I try and go “commando”. I know I’m showing my age but I don’t care.
I wear what are generally referred to as “granny panties” as I feel exposed if I try and go “commando”. I know I’m showing my age but I don’t care.
I wear what are generally referred to as “granny panties” as I feel exposed if I try and go “commando”. I know I’m showing my age but I don’t care.
I wear what are generally referred to as “granny panties” as I feel exposed if I try and go “commando”. I know I’m showing my age but I don’t care.
I wear what are generally referred to as “granny panties” as I feel exposed if I try and go “commando”. I know I’m showing my age but I don’t care.
Molly, I think there comes an age where comfort is far more important than fashion.
Molly, I think there comes an age where comfort is far more important than fashion.
Molly, I think there comes an age where comfort is far more important than fashion.
Molly, I think there comes an age where comfort is far more important than fashion.
Molly, I think there comes an age where comfort is far more important than fashion.
I ALWAYS wear panties! Showing my age! And they’re cotton by Hanes or Fruit of the Loom (for the non-North Americans those are U. S. Mass Marketing underwear — Walmart, Target — those guys).
If it isn’t cotton I get rashes, so — so much for the glamour of French underwear. The Idea of those poor scared men worrying about women wearing men’s clothing alternates between my sense of ridiculous and my fear of the lengths to which fear might take them.
(I have never in my life seen that much difference between male and female! I guess that makes me VERY 20th century, and also a wee bit out of ste;!)
I ALWAYS wear panties! Showing my age! And they’re cotton by Hanes or Fruit of the Loom (for the non-North Americans those are U. S. Mass Marketing underwear — Walmart, Target — those guys).
If it isn’t cotton I get rashes, so — so much for the glamour of French underwear. The Idea of those poor scared men worrying about women wearing men’s clothing alternates between my sense of ridiculous and my fear of the lengths to which fear might take them.
(I have never in my life seen that much difference between male and female! I guess that makes me VERY 20th century, and also a wee bit out of ste;!)
I ALWAYS wear panties! Showing my age! And they’re cotton by Hanes or Fruit of the Loom (for the non-North Americans those are U. S. Mass Marketing underwear — Walmart, Target — those guys).
If it isn’t cotton I get rashes, so — so much for the glamour of French underwear. The Idea of those poor scared men worrying about women wearing men’s clothing alternates between my sense of ridiculous and my fear of the lengths to which fear might take them.
(I have never in my life seen that much difference between male and female! I guess that makes me VERY 20th century, and also a wee bit out of ste;!)
I ALWAYS wear panties! Showing my age! And they’re cotton by Hanes or Fruit of the Loom (for the non-North Americans those are U. S. Mass Marketing underwear — Walmart, Target — those guys).
If it isn’t cotton I get rashes, so — so much for the glamour of French underwear. The Idea of those poor scared men worrying about women wearing men’s clothing alternates between my sense of ridiculous and my fear of the lengths to which fear might take them.
(I have never in my life seen that much difference between male and female! I guess that makes me VERY 20th century, and also a wee bit out of ste;!)
I ALWAYS wear panties! Showing my age! And they’re cotton by Hanes or Fruit of the Loom (for the non-North Americans those are U. S. Mass Marketing underwear — Walmart, Target — those guys).
If it isn’t cotton I get rashes, so — so much for the glamour of French underwear. The Idea of those poor scared men worrying about women wearing men’s clothing alternates between my sense of ridiculous and my fear of the lengths to which fear might take them.
(I have never in my life seen that much difference between male and female! I guess that makes me VERY 20th century, and also a wee bit out of ste;!)
I thought ‘international underwear day’ meant ‘international day of underwear’, not ‘day of international underwear’ =))
I had no idea such a day existed, but… why not? Underwear IS international these days, after all. Just like most things on the market. When I was a child, during Ceausescu’s regime, we were encouraged to buy goods produced in Romania. Industry was flourishing. Immediately after the Revolution, though, people were so determined to change everything that they destroyed most factories and ruined national economy, so… yes, nowadays we are flooded with international products. Underwear included.
I remember my mother showing me her panties, bras, and petticoats – made by herself when she was young, in the 1950s. I can’t imagine having to make them. I’d probably go commando rather than spend so much time sewing undies!
(By the way, I’d love to read that book.)
I thought ‘international underwear day’ meant ‘international day of underwear’, not ‘day of international underwear’ =))
I had no idea such a day existed, but… why not? Underwear IS international these days, after all. Just like most things on the market. When I was a child, during Ceausescu’s regime, we were encouraged to buy goods produced in Romania. Industry was flourishing. Immediately after the Revolution, though, people were so determined to change everything that they destroyed most factories and ruined national economy, so… yes, nowadays we are flooded with international products. Underwear included.
I remember my mother showing me her panties, bras, and petticoats – made by herself when she was young, in the 1950s. I can’t imagine having to make them. I’d probably go commando rather than spend so much time sewing undies!
(By the way, I’d love to read that book.)
I thought ‘international underwear day’ meant ‘international day of underwear’, not ‘day of international underwear’ =))
I had no idea such a day existed, but… why not? Underwear IS international these days, after all. Just like most things on the market. When I was a child, during Ceausescu’s regime, we were encouraged to buy goods produced in Romania. Industry was flourishing. Immediately after the Revolution, though, people were so determined to change everything that they destroyed most factories and ruined national economy, so… yes, nowadays we are flooded with international products. Underwear included.
I remember my mother showing me her panties, bras, and petticoats – made by herself when she was young, in the 1950s. I can’t imagine having to make them. I’d probably go commando rather than spend so much time sewing undies!
(By the way, I’d love to read that book.)
I thought ‘international underwear day’ meant ‘international day of underwear’, not ‘day of international underwear’ =))
I had no idea such a day existed, but… why not? Underwear IS international these days, after all. Just like most things on the market. When I was a child, during Ceausescu’s regime, we were encouraged to buy goods produced in Romania. Industry was flourishing. Immediately after the Revolution, though, people were so determined to change everything that they destroyed most factories and ruined national economy, so… yes, nowadays we are flooded with international products. Underwear included.
I remember my mother showing me her panties, bras, and petticoats – made by herself when she was young, in the 1950s. I can’t imagine having to make them. I’d probably go commando rather than spend so much time sewing undies!
(By the way, I’d love to read that book.)
I thought ‘international underwear day’ meant ‘international day of underwear’, not ‘day of international underwear’ =))
I had no idea such a day existed, but… why not? Underwear IS international these days, after all. Just like most things on the market. When I was a child, during Ceausescu’s regime, we were encouraged to buy goods produced in Romania. Industry was flourishing. Immediately after the Revolution, though, people were so determined to change everything that they destroyed most factories and ruined national economy, so… yes, nowadays we are flooded with international products. Underwear included.
I remember my mother showing me her panties, bras, and petticoats – made by herself when she was young, in the 1950s. I can’t imagine having to make them. I’d probably go commando rather than spend so much time sewing undies!
(By the way, I’d love to read that book.)
‘Underwear story’- time: Ever since I saw Maria de Medeiros wearing nothing but a black lace dress in Henry & June, I’ ve considered black lace to be the most erotic thing when it comes to lingerie. Some ten years ago I had a new boyfriend and he looked spectacular, so I felt I should do something special to look as attractive as possible, too. As we had planned to have a secret rendez-vous, I decided to wear a flimsy see-through black G-string, embellished with the most delicate red embroidery, a black skirt and high heels (I normally wear jeans and boots or snickers) and I was envisioning a beautiful ‘striptease’ act, which was something I had always wanted to try.
We met in a flat and he went into the bedroom. I stopped in the doorway and he asked, ‘What are you doing? Aren’t you coming?’ Instead of answering, I started stripping in the most seductive way I could think of (I had rehearsed it in the mirror at home). When I had nothing on but the tiny G-string, I saw him frowning. ‘What, don’t you like it?’ – I asked in disbelief. ‘I couldn’t care less!’ – he almost growled with impatience. ‘Just get rid of the d____d thing and come to bed!’ (So much for seduction. And no, he wasn’t so impatient because of my ‘teasing’ him, but because he just didn’t want to waste any time. Flimsy lingerie did nothing for him.)
‘Underwear story’- time: Ever since I saw Maria de Medeiros wearing nothing but a black lace dress in Henry & June, I’ ve considered black lace to be the most erotic thing when it comes to lingerie. Some ten years ago I had a new boyfriend and he looked spectacular, so I felt I should do something special to look as attractive as possible, too. As we had planned to have a secret rendez-vous, I decided to wear a flimsy see-through black G-string, embellished with the most delicate red embroidery, a black skirt and high heels (I normally wear jeans and boots or snickers) and I was envisioning a beautiful ‘striptease’ act, which was something I had always wanted to try.
We met in a flat and he went into the bedroom. I stopped in the doorway and he asked, ‘What are you doing? Aren’t you coming?’ Instead of answering, I started stripping in the most seductive way I could think of (I had rehearsed it in the mirror at home). When I had nothing on but the tiny G-string, I saw him frowning. ‘What, don’t you like it?’ – I asked in disbelief. ‘I couldn’t care less!’ – he almost growled with impatience. ‘Just get rid of the d____d thing and come to bed!’ (So much for seduction. And no, he wasn’t so impatient because of my ‘teasing’ him, but because he just didn’t want to waste any time. Flimsy lingerie did nothing for him.)
‘Underwear story’- time: Ever since I saw Maria de Medeiros wearing nothing but a black lace dress in Henry & June, I’ ve considered black lace to be the most erotic thing when it comes to lingerie. Some ten years ago I had a new boyfriend and he looked spectacular, so I felt I should do something special to look as attractive as possible, too. As we had planned to have a secret rendez-vous, I decided to wear a flimsy see-through black G-string, embellished with the most delicate red embroidery, a black skirt and high heels (I normally wear jeans and boots or snickers) and I was envisioning a beautiful ‘striptease’ act, which was something I had always wanted to try.
We met in a flat and he went into the bedroom. I stopped in the doorway and he asked, ‘What are you doing? Aren’t you coming?’ Instead of answering, I started stripping in the most seductive way I could think of (I had rehearsed it in the mirror at home). When I had nothing on but the tiny G-string, I saw him frowning. ‘What, don’t you like it?’ – I asked in disbelief. ‘I couldn’t care less!’ – he almost growled with impatience. ‘Just get rid of the d____d thing and come to bed!’ (So much for seduction. And no, he wasn’t so impatient because of my ‘teasing’ him, but because he just didn’t want to waste any time. Flimsy lingerie did nothing for him.)
‘Underwear story’- time: Ever since I saw Maria de Medeiros wearing nothing but a black lace dress in Henry & June, I’ ve considered black lace to be the most erotic thing when it comes to lingerie. Some ten years ago I had a new boyfriend and he looked spectacular, so I felt I should do something special to look as attractive as possible, too. As we had planned to have a secret rendez-vous, I decided to wear a flimsy see-through black G-string, embellished with the most delicate red embroidery, a black skirt and high heels (I normally wear jeans and boots or snickers) and I was envisioning a beautiful ‘striptease’ act, which was something I had always wanted to try.
We met in a flat and he went into the bedroom. I stopped in the doorway and he asked, ‘What are you doing? Aren’t you coming?’ Instead of answering, I started stripping in the most seductive way I could think of (I had rehearsed it in the mirror at home). When I had nothing on but the tiny G-string, I saw him frowning. ‘What, don’t you like it?’ – I asked in disbelief. ‘I couldn’t care less!’ – he almost growled with impatience. ‘Just get rid of the d____d thing and come to bed!’ (So much for seduction. And no, he wasn’t so impatient because of my ‘teasing’ him, but because he just didn’t want to waste any time. Flimsy lingerie did nothing for him.)
‘Underwear story’- time: Ever since I saw Maria de Medeiros wearing nothing but a black lace dress in Henry & June, I’ ve considered black lace to be the most erotic thing when it comes to lingerie. Some ten years ago I had a new boyfriend and he looked spectacular, so I felt I should do something special to look as attractive as possible, too. As we had planned to have a secret rendez-vous, I decided to wear a flimsy see-through black G-string, embellished with the most delicate red embroidery, a black skirt and high heels (I normally wear jeans and boots or snickers) and I was envisioning a beautiful ‘striptease’ act, which was something I had always wanted to try.
We met in a flat and he went into the bedroom. I stopped in the doorway and he asked, ‘What are you doing? Aren’t you coming?’ Instead of answering, I started stripping in the most seductive way I could think of (I had rehearsed it in the mirror at home). When I had nothing on but the tiny G-string, I saw him frowning. ‘What, don’t you like it?’ – I asked in disbelief. ‘I couldn’t care less!’ – he almost growled with impatience. ‘Just get rid of the d____d thing and come to bed!’ (So much for seduction. And no, he wasn’t so impatient because of my ‘teasing’ him, but because he just didn’t want to waste any time. Flimsy lingerie did nothing for him.)
Oana-Maria, I was being a little tongue-in cheek with the title of the day. It seems to me to be a silly sort of thing to commemorate when there are so many more worthy causes. I think many countries have lost a lot of their local industry to cheaper, international producers. Its a constant cycle — we see it again and again in history. As for making my own undies — no thanks. Though I know many people during the 1930s depression sewed theirs from cotton flour bags — they are now preserved for posterity.
Oana-Maria, I was being a little tongue-in cheek with the title of the day. It seems to me to be a silly sort of thing to commemorate when there are so many more worthy causes. I think many countries have lost a lot of their local industry to cheaper, international producers. Its a constant cycle — we see it again and again in history. As for making my own undies — no thanks. Though I know many people during the 1930s depression sewed theirs from cotton flour bags — they are now preserved for posterity.
Oana-Maria, I was being a little tongue-in cheek with the title of the day. It seems to me to be a silly sort of thing to commemorate when there are so many more worthy causes. I think many countries have lost a lot of their local industry to cheaper, international producers. Its a constant cycle — we see it again and again in history. As for making my own undies — no thanks. Though I know many people during the 1930s depression sewed theirs from cotton flour bags — they are now preserved for posterity.
Oana-Maria, I was being a little tongue-in cheek with the title of the day. It seems to me to be a silly sort of thing to commemorate when there are so many more worthy causes. I think many countries have lost a lot of their local industry to cheaper, international producers. Its a constant cycle — we see it again and again in history. As for making my own undies — no thanks. Though I know many people during the 1930s depression sewed theirs from cotton flour bags — they are now preserved for posterity.
Oana-Maria, I was being a little tongue-in cheek with the title of the day. It seems to me to be a silly sort of thing to commemorate when there are so many more worthy causes. I think many countries have lost a lot of their local industry to cheaper, international producers. Its a constant cycle — we see it again and again in history. As for making my own undies — no thanks. Though I know many people during the 1930s depression sewed theirs from cotton flour bags — they are now preserved for posterity.
LOL Oana-Maria — that does not surprise me. I think often women dress for themselves much more than for men — we just *think* it is for men.
LOL Oana-Maria — that does not surprise me. I think often women dress for themselves much more than for men — we just *think* it is for men.
LOL Oana-Maria — that does not surprise me. I think often women dress for themselves much more than for men — we just *think* it is for men.
LOL Oana-Maria — that does not surprise me. I think often women dress for themselves much more than for men — we just *think* it is for men.
LOL Oana-Maria — that does not surprise me. I think often women dress for themselves much more than for men — we just *think* it is for men.
Sue, comfort is the main priority for me, too. As for the nonsense about women wearing mens clothing — as if there is a clear delineation of what is menswear and womens. It changes over time, and between cultures. My ancestors all wore skirts — the men wore kilts and the women dresses. In some cultures, both genders wear pants. But some people love to have stuff to fuss over.
Sue, comfort is the main priority for me, too. As for the nonsense about women wearing mens clothing — as if there is a clear delineation of what is menswear and womens. It changes over time, and between cultures. My ancestors all wore skirts — the men wore kilts and the women dresses. In some cultures, both genders wear pants. But some people love to have stuff to fuss over.
Sue, comfort is the main priority for me, too. As for the nonsense about women wearing mens clothing — as if there is a clear delineation of what is menswear and womens. It changes over time, and between cultures. My ancestors all wore skirts — the men wore kilts and the women dresses. In some cultures, both genders wear pants. But some people love to have stuff to fuss over.
Sue, comfort is the main priority for me, too. As for the nonsense about women wearing mens clothing — as if there is a clear delineation of what is menswear and womens. It changes over time, and between cultures. My ancestors all wore skirts — the men wore kilts and the women dresses. In some cultures, both genders wear pants. But some people love to have stuff to fuss over.
Sue, comfort is the main priority for me, too. As for the nonsense about women wearing mens clothing — as if there is a clear delineation of what is menswear and womens. It changes over time, and between cultures. My ancestors all wore skirts — the men wore kilts and the women dresses. In some cultures, both genders wear pants. But some people love to have stuff to fuss over.
So many underwear anecdotes, so little time…
I had a pair of witches britches when I was little.They were red!
My mother also had witches britches. There’s a 1960s photo of her somewhere – her on a beach in pleated woollen skirt and mohair cardigan, wind whipping her hair around her face, holding me on her hip (maybe I was around 2 years), laughing as a couple of women haul up her skirt to flash the witches britches at the camera. I’ve always thought it was my father taking the photo – but realise as I type this that I never actually asked!
So many underwear anecdotes, so little time…
I had a pair of witches britches when I was little.They were red!
My mother also had witches britches. There’s a 1960s photo of her somewhere – her on a beach in pleated woollen skirt and mohair cardigan, wind whipping her hair around her face, holding me on her hip (maybe I was around 2 years), laughing as a couple of women haul up her skirt to flash the witches britches at the camera. I’ve always thought it was my father taking the photo – but realise as I type this that I never actually asked!
So many underwear anecdotes, so little time…
I had a pair of witches britches when I was little.They were red!
My mother also had witches britches. There’s a 1960s photo of her somewhere – her on a beach in pleated woollen skirt and mohair cardigan, wind whipping her hair around her face, holding me on her hip (maybe I was around 2 years), laughing as a couple of women haul up her skirt to flash the witches britches at the camera. I’ve always thought it was my father taking the photo – but realise as I type this that I never actually asked!
So many underwear anecdotes, so little time…
I had a pair of witches britches when I was little.They were red!
My mother also had witches britches. There’s a 1960s photo of her somewhere – her on a beach in pleated woollen skirt and mohair cardigan, wind whipping her hair around her face, holding me on her hip (maybe I was around 2 years), laughing as a couple of women haul up her skirt to flash the witches britches at the camera. I’ve always thought it was my father taking the photo – but realise as I type this that I never actually asked!
So many underwear anecdotes, so little time…
I had a pair of witches britches when I was little.They were red!
My mother also had witches britches. There’s a 1960s photo of her somewhere – her on a beach in pleated woollen skirt and mohair cardigan, wind whipping her hair around her face, holding me on her hip (maybe I was around 2 years), laughing as a couple of women haul up her skirt to flash the witches britches at the camera. I’ve always thought it was my father taking the photo – but realise as I type this that I never actually asked!
Loved this posting! Made me laugh out loud :). I’m afraid I’m one of the Bridget Jones brigade. I like my bits to be covered!!
Loved this posting! Made me laugh out loud :). I’m afraid I’m one of the Bridget Jones brigade. I like my bits to be covered!!
Loved this posting! Made me laugh out loud :). I’m afraid I’m one of the Bridget Jones brigade. I like my bits to be covered!!
Loved this posting! Made me laugh out loud :). I’m afraid I’m one of the Bridget Jones brigade. I like my bits to be covered!!
Loved this posting! Made me laugh out loud :). I’m afraid I’m one of the Bridget Jones brigade. I like my bits to be covered!!
You guys are sooooo funny! I guess everyday is international underwear day for me since so few things are made in the US today. If you count pantyhose as underwear, then I have always worn panties. During the years I wore pantyhose, I didn’t wear panties with them. It seemed redundant.
Fascinating that women didn’t wear draws in regency times – but it seems practical to me. I’ve often thought how difficult all of those clothes made it to answer natures call.
You guys are sooooo funny! I guess everyday is international underwear day for me since so few things are made in the US today. If you count pantyhose as underwear, then I have always worn panties. During the years I wore pantyhose, I didn’t wear panties with them. It seemed redundant.
Fascinating that women didn’t wear draws in regency times – but it seems practical to me. I’ve often thought how difficult all of those clothes made it to answer natures call.
You guys are sooooo funny! I guess everyday is international underwear day for me since so few things are made in the US today. If you count pantyhose as underwear, then I have always worn panties. During the years I wore pantyhose, I didn’t wear panties with them. It seemed redundant.
Fascinating that women didn’t wear draws in regency times – but it seems practical to me. I’ve often thought how difficult all of those clothes made it to answer natures call.
You guys are sooooo funny! I guess everyday is international underwear day for me since so few things are made in the US today. If you count pantyhose as underwear, then I have always worn panties. During the years I wore pantyhose, I didn’t wear panties with them. It seemed redundant.
Fascinating that women didn’t wear draws in regency times – but it seems practical to me. I’ve often thought how difficult all of those clothes made it to answer natures call.
You guys are sooooo funny! I guess everyday is international underwear day for me since so few things are made in the US today. If you count pantyhose as underwear, then I have always worn panties. During the years I wore pantyhose, I didn’t wear panties with them. It seemed redundant.
Fascinating that women didn’t wear draws in regency times – but it seems practical to me. I’ve often thought how difficult all of those clothes made it to answer natures call.
On the day, I’ll be at an outdoor sunset wedding on the water in Sydney (in winter!). So I won’t be looking for fancy underwear. I just want to not freeze!
I still question the “International” part of the day – an American underwear business invented it. Harlequin is really promoting it, which is where I found out about it (a couple of days ago).
On the day, I’ll be at an outdoor sunset wedding on the water in Sydney (in winter!). So I won’t be looking for fancy underwear. I just want to not freeze!
I still question the “International” part of the day – an American underwear business invented it. Harlequin is really promoting it, which is where I found out about it (a couple of days ago).
On the day, I’ll be at an outdoor sunset wedding on the water in Sydney (in winter!). So I won’t be looking for fancy underwear. I just want to not freeze!
I still question the “International” part of the day – an American underwear business invented it. Harlequin is really promoting it, which is where I found out about it (a couple of days ago).
On the day, I’ll be at an outdoor sunset wedding on the water in Sydney (in winter!). So I won’t be looking for fancy underwear. I just want to not freeze!
I still question the “International” part of the day – an American underwear business invented it. Harlequin is really promoting it, which is where I found out about it (a couple of days ago).
On the day, I’ll be at an outdoor sunset wedding on the water in Sydney (in winter!). So I won’t be looking for fancy underwear. I just want to not freeze!
I still question the “International” part of the day – an American underwear business invented it. Harlequin is really promoting it, which is where I found out about it (a couple of days ago).
“This fashion didn’t last— except for young girls and children.”
I performed in a lot of stage productions years ago where I was playing a Victorian era child. Try dancing ballet in enormous pantaloons! Our stage costume designers were more historically accurate than Hollywood ever is, which wasn’t always the best thing for us. 🙂
As for underwear stopping women having sons…
Bicycles were also supposed to stop women having baby boys!
Some countries still won’t let women drive – for the same reason. I’d love to know what “science” they use to back up those theories.
“This fashion didn’t last— except for young girls and children.”
I performed in a lot of stage productions years ago where I was playing a Victorian era child. Try dancing ballet in enormous pantaloons! Our stage costume designers were more historically accurate than Hollywood ever is, which wasn’t always the best thing for us. 🙂
As for underwear stopping women having sons…
Bicycles were also supposed to stop women having baby boys!
Some countries still won’t let women drive – for the same reason. I’d love to know what “science” they use to back up those theories.
“This fashion didn’t last— except for young girls and children.”
I performed in a lot of stage productions years ago where I was playing a Victorian era child. Try dancing ballet in enormous pantaloons! Our stage costume designers were more historically accurate than Hollywood ever is, which wasn’t always the best thing for us. 🙂
As for underwear stopping women having sons…
Bicycles were also supposed to stop women having baby boys!
Some countries still won’t let women drive – for the same reason. I’d love to know what “science” they use to back up those theories.
“This fashion didn’t last— except for young girls and children.”
I performed in a lot of stage productions years ago where I was playing a Victorian era child. Try dancing ballet in enormous pantaloons! Our stage costume designers were more historically accurate than Hollywood ever is, which wasn’t always the best thing for us. 🙂
As for underwear stopping women having sons…
Bicycles were also supposed to stop women having baby boys!
Some countries still won’t let women drive – for the same reason. I’d love to know what “science” they use to back up those theories.
“This fashion didn’t last— except for young girls and children.”
I performed in a lot of stage productions years ago where I was playing a Victorian era child. Try dancing ballet in enormous pantaloons! Our stage costume designers were more historically accurate than Hollywood ever is, which wasn’t always the best thing for us. 🙂
As for underwear stopping women having sons…
Bicycles were also supposed to stop women having baby boys!
Some countries still won’t let women drive – for the same reason. I’d love to know what “science” they use to back up those theories.
I wouldn’t have worn a G-string just for myself. :p (too uncomfortable!)
Well, I can understand him, after all, since I think a man wearing a G-string is a nightmare =)) and I’d certainly have a (good-looking) man wear nothing at all! 😉
I wouldn’t have worn a G-string just for myself. :p (too uncomfortable!)
Well, I can understand him, after all, since I think a man wearing a G-string is a nightmare =)) and I’d certainly have a (good-looking) man wear nothing at all! 😉
I wouldn’t have worn a G-string just for myself. :p (too uncomfortable!)
Well, I can understand him, after all, since I think a man wearing a G-string is a nightmare =)) and I’d certainly have a (good-looking) man wear nothing at all! 😉
I wouldn’t have worn a G-string just for myself. :p (too uncomfortable!)
Well, I can understand him, after all, since I think a man wearing a G-string is a nightmare =)) and I’d certainly have a (good-looking) man wear nothing at all! 😉
I wouldn’t have worn a G-string just for myself. :p (too uncomfortable!)
Well, I can understand him, after all, since I think a man wearing a G-string is a nightmare =)) and I’d certainly have a (good-looking) man wear nothing at all! 😉
I would have loved to see you on stage. 🙂
I would have loved to see you on stage. 🙂
I would have loved to see you on stage. 🙂
I would have loved to see you on stage. 🙂
I would have loved to see you on stage. 🙂
My grandmother apparently used to make her own underwear out of pink and gray nylon and then used the scraps to make hooked rugs. I still have one of the rugs.
My grandmother apparently used to make her own underwear out of pink and gray nylon and then used the scraps to make hooked rugs. I still have one of the rugs.
My grandmother apparently used to make her own underwear out of pink and gray nylon and then used the scraps to make hooked rugs. I still have one of the rugs.
My grandmother apparently used to make her own underwear out of pink and gray nylon and then used the scraps to make hooked rugs. I still have one of the rugs.
My grandmother apparently used to make her own underwear out of pink and gray nylon and then used the scraps to make hooked rugs. I still have one of the rugs.
I wouldn’t dream of going commando. As our Moms used to say: “What if you were in an accident?” 🙂
I searched and found underpant toast. It’s funny.
http://www.nicecupofteaandasitdown.com/underpanttoast/
I wouldn’t dream of going commando. As our Moms used to say: “What if you were in an accident?” 🙂
I searched and found underpant toast. It’s funny.
http://www.nicecupofteaandasitdown.com/underpanttoast/
I wouldn’t dream of going commando. As our Moms used to say: “What if you were in an accident?” 🙂
I searched and found underpant toast. It’s funny.
http://www.nicecupofteaandasitdown.com/underpanttoast/
I wouldn’t dream of going commando. As our Moms used to say: “What if you were in an accident?” 🙂
I searched and found underpant toast. It’s funny.
http://www.nicecupofteaandasitdown.com/underpanttoast/
I wouldn’t dream of going commando. As our Moms used to say: “What if you were in an accident?” 🙂
I searched and found underpant toast. It’s funny.
http://www.nicecupofteaandasitdown.com/underpanttoast/
Oh my, I hope you use that in a book! Can you imagine walking around in the same pink and gray as your rug? My mind boggles. I totally get the practicality but rug/underwear… giggling.
Oh my, I hope you use that in a book! Can you imagine walking around in the same pink and gray as your rug? My mind boggles. I totally get the practicality but rug/underwear… giggling.
Oh my, I hope you use that in a book! Can you imagine walking around in the same pink and gray as your rug? My mind boggles. I totally get the practicality but rug/underwear… giggling.
Oh my, I hope you use that in a book! Can you imagine walking around in the same pink and gray as your rug? My mind boggles. I totally get the practicality but rug/underwear… giggling.
Oh my, I hope you use that in a book! Can you imagine walking around in the same pink and gray as your rug? My mind boggles. I totally get the practicality but rug/underwear… giggling.
I have never heard of witches’ britches, sorry! But I do like the lovely skinny hip-hugger panties they have today. They work well with low cut jeans. I almost never wear dresses so I guess the religious idiots will have to scorn me.
I have never heard of witches’ britches, sorry! But I do like the lovely skinny hip-hugger panties they have today. They work well with low cut jeans. I almost never wear dresses so I guess the religious idiots will have to scorn me.
I have never heard of witches’ britches, sorry! But I do like the lovely skinny hip-hugger panties they have today. They work well with low cut jeans. I almost never wear dresses so I guess the religious idiots will have to scorn me.
I have never heard of witches’ britches, sorry! But I do like the lovely skinny hip-hugger panties they have today. They work well with low cut jeans. I almost never wear dresses so I guess the religious idiots will have to scorn me.
I have never heard of witches’ britches, sorry! But I do like the lovely skinny hip-hugger panties they have today. They work well with low cut jeans. I almost never wear dresses so I guess the religious idiots will have to scorn me.
I love all the different days that pop up. I remember a proposal for National Heart Disease Day on Valentine’s Day—I was reprimanded for mocking that. After all, I was told, heart disease is a serious matter.
Then there was National Dust Mite Day. Take your dust mites to lunch?
So I can’t resist. International Underwear Day has to produce snickers at knickers.
I love all the different days that pop up. I remember a proposal for National Heart Disease Day on Valentine’s Day—I was reprimanded for mocking that. After all, I was told, heart disease is a serious matter.
Then there was National Dust Mite Day. Take your dust mites to lunch?
So I can’t resist. International Underwear Day has to produce snickers at knickers.
I love all the different days that pop up. I remember a proposal for National Heart Disease Day on Valentine’s Day—I was reprimanded for mocking that. After all, I was told, heart disease is a serious matter.
Then there was National Dust Mite Day. Take your dust mites to lunch?
So I can’t resist. International Underwear Day has to produce snickers at knickers.
I love all the different days that pop up. I remember a proposal for National Heart Disease Day on Valentine’s Day—I was reprimanded for mocking that. After all, I was told, heart disease is a serious matter.
Then there was National Dust Mite Day. Take your dust mites to lunch?
So I can’t resist. International Underwear Day has to produce snickers at knickers.
I love all the different days that pop up. I remember a proposal for National Heart Disease Day on Valentine’s Day—I was reprimanded for mocking that. After all, I was told, heart disease is a serious matter.
Then there was National Dust Mite Day. Take your dust mites to lunch?
So I can’t resist. International Underwear Day has to produce snickers at knickers.
Here it is years later, and I am still recovering from the fact I no longer am able to wear bikini panties. They do not look as they once did.
I do believe —that somewhere in a deep dark tunnel—in a deep dark room —-there is a tall stool —-and a wizened little man sitting on that stool—and he is marking a calendar determining what “special” day he will invent next.
Here it is years later, and I am still recovering from the fact I no longer am able to wear bikini panties. They do not look as they once did.
I do believe —that somewhere in a deep dark tunnel—in a deep dark room —-there is a tall stool —-and a wizened little man sitting on that stool—and he is marking a calendar determining what “special” day he will invent next.
Here it is years later, and I am still recovering from the fact I no longer am able to wear bikini panties. They do not look as they once did.
I do believe —that somewhere in a deep dark tunnel—in a deep dark room —-there is a tall stool —-and a wizened little man sitting on that stool—and he is marking a calendar determining what “special” day he will invent next.
Here it is years later, and I am still recovering from the fact I no longer am able to wear bikini panties. They do not look as they once did.
I do believe —that somewhere in a deep dark tunnel—in a deep dark room —-there is a tall stool —-and a wizened little man sitting on that stool—and he is marking a calendar determining what “special” day he will invent next.
Here it is years later, and I am still recovering from the fact I no longer am able to wear bikini panties. They do not look as they once did.
I do believe —that somewhere in a deep dark tunnel—in a deep dark room —-there is a tall stool —-and a wizened little man sitting on that stool—and he is marking a calendar determining what “special” day he will invent next.
i ADORE your little old man! And I totally believe in him!
i ADORE your little old man! And I totally believe in him!
i ADORE your little old man! And I totally believe in him!
i ADORE your little old man! And I totally believe in him!
i ADORE your little old man! And I totally believe in him!
Lovely story, Shannon and the photo sounds gorgeous. My mothers witches britches lasted well into the 90s — she mostly wore dresses, so got cold in winter. But not when she wore her witches britches. *g*
Lovely story, Shannon and the photo sounds gorgeous. My mothers witches britches lasted well into the 90s — she mostly wore dresses, so got cold in winter. But not when she wore her witches britches. *g*
Lovely story, Shannon and the photo sounds gorgeous. My mothers witches britches lasted well into the 90s — she mostly wore dresses, so got cold in winter. But not when she wore her witches britches. *g*
Lovely story, Shannon and the photo sounds gorgeous. My mothers witches britches lasted well into the 90s — she mostly wore dresses, so got cold in winter. But not when she wore her witches britches. *g*
Lovely story, Shannon and the photo sounds gorgeous. My mothers witches britches lasted well into the 90s — she mostly wore dresses, so got cold in winter. But not when she wore her witches britches. *g*
Yes, Connie and the underpants had to be clean and in good condition, so that if you were hit by a bus the hospital people would know you came from A Good Home. LOL. And BTW you dont need to search for the Underpant toast — the link was in the blog — any different colored word is usually a link. Click on it and it will take you to the underpant toast site.
Yes, Connie and the underpants had to be clean and in good condition, so that if you were hit by a bus the hospital people would know you came from A Good Home. LOL. And BTW you dont need to search for the Underpant toast — the link was in the blog — any different colored word is usually a link. Click on it and it will take you to the underpant toast site.
Yes, Connie and the underpants had to be clean and in good condition, so that if you were hit by a bus the hospital people would know you came from A Good Home. LOL. And BTW you dont need to search for the Underpant toast — the link was in the blog — any different colored word is usually a link. Click on it and it will take you to the underpant toast site.
Yes, Connie and the underpants had to be clean and in good condition, so that if you were hit by a bus the hospital people would know you came from A Good Home. LOL. And BTW you dont need to search for the Underpant toast — the link was in the blog — any different colored word is usually a link. Click on it and it will take you to the underpant toast site.
Yes, Connie and the underpants had to be clean and in good condition, so that if you were hit by a bus the hospital people would know you came from A Good Home. LOL. And BTW you dont need to search for the Underpant toast — the link was in the blog — any different colored word is usually a link. Click on it and it will take you to the underpant toast site.
LOL Lillian — you need to be running these Days. I love Snickers for Knickers. and Take your Dust Mites to Lunch.
LOL Lillian — you need to be running these Days. I love Snickers for Knickers. and Take your Dust Mites to Lunch.
LOL Lillian — you need to be running these Days. I love Snickers for Knickers. and Take your Dust Mites to Lunch.
LOL Lillian — you need to be running these Days. I love Snickers for Knickers. and Take your Dust Mites to Lunch.
LOL Lillian — you need to be running these Days. I love Snickers for Knickers. and Take your Dust Mites to Lunch.
Except I think its a little old man on some mind-bending substance. *g*
Except I think its a little old man on some mind-bending substance. *g*
Except I think its a little old man on some mind-bending substance. *g*
Except I think its a little old man on some mind-bending substance. *g*
Except I think its a little old man on some mind-bending substance. *g*
Annette, something happens to bikini pants over the years — a very sneaky form of built-in obsolescence, I suspect. Their shape changes, the size shrinks, and they turn into something completely different. University tests have proved this — its not you, its them.*g*
Annette, something happens to bikini pants over the years — a very sneaky form of built-in obsolescence, I suspect. Their shape changes, the size shrinks, and they turn into something completely different. University tests have proved this — its not you, its them.*g*
Annette, something happens to bikini pants over the years — a very sneaky form of built-in obsolescence, I suspect. Their shape changes, the size shrinks, and they turn into something completely different. University tests have proved this — its not you, its them.*g*
Annette, something happens to bikini pants over the years — a very sneaky form of built-in obsolescence, I suspect. Their shape changes, the size shrinks, and they turn into something completely different. University tests have proved this — its not you, its them.*g*
Annette, something happens to bikini pants over the years — a very sneaky form of built-in obsolescence, I suspect. Their shape changes, the size shrinks, and they turn into something completely different. University tests have proved this — its not you, its them.*g*
You and half the rest of female-kind, Pat. Its a strange old world.
You and half the rest of female-kind, Pat. Its a strange old world.
You and half the rest of female-kind, Pat. Its a strange old world.
You and half the rest of female-kind, Pat. Its a strange old world.
You and half the rest of female-kind, Pat. Its a strange old world.
Wow, Kathy, what an heirloom! My grandma used to make rag rugs out of old clothes. A thrifty lot, our forebears.
Wow, Kathy, what an heirloom! My grandma used to make rag rugs out of old clothes. A thrifty lot, our forebears.
Wow, Kathy, what an heirloom! My grandma used to make rag rugs out of old clothes. A thrifty lot, our forebears.
Wow, Kathy, what an heirloom! My grandma used to make rag rugs out of old clothes. A thrifty lot, our forebears.
Wow, Kathy, what an heirloom! My grandma used to make rag rugs out of old clothes. A thrifty lot, our forebears.
LOL Sonya — its not science its power. . . I cant imagine trying to dance ballet in Victorian-era style pantaloons. Or any Victorian-era style of clothing, actually.
LOL Sonya — its not science its power. . . I cant imagine trying to dance ballet in Victorian-era style pantaloons. Or any Victorian-era style of clothing, actually.
LOL Sonya — its not science its power. . . I cant imagine trying to dance ballet in Victorian-era style pantaloons. Or any Victorian-era style of clothing, actually.
LOL Sonya — its not science its power. . . I cant imagine trying to dance ballet in Victorian-era style pantaloons. Or any Victorian-era style of clothing, actually.
LOL Sonya — its not science its power. . . I cant imagine trying to dance ballet in Victorian-era style pantaloons. Or any Victorian-era style of clothing, actually.
If an American Underwear company invented it, that makes sense — its wanting to seem bigger/more important than they are. My problem lies with the people who approved it.
If an American Underwear company invented it, that makes sense — its wanting to seem bigger/more important than they are. My problem lies with the people who approved it.
If an American Underwear company invented it, that makes sense — its wanting to seem bigger/more important than they are. My problem lies with the people who approved it.
If an American Underwear company invented it, that makes sense — its wanting to seem bigger/more important than they are. My problem lies with the people who approved it.
If an American Underwear company invented it, that makes sense — its wanting to seem bigger/more important than they are. My problem lies with the people who approved it.
I think thats it, Mary — especially in the eras when they wore layers of petticoats and several skirts for warmth. Makes sense to have no knickers. It was when the dresses got flimsy and the petticoats few that knickers came in.
I think thats it, Mary — especially in the eras when they wore layers of petticoats and several skirts for warmth. Makes sense to have no knickers. It was when the dresses got flimsy and the petticoats few that knickers came in.
I think thats it, Mary — especially in the eras when they wore layers of petticoats and several skirts for warmth. Makes sense to have no knickers. It was when the dresses got flimsy and the petticoats few that knickers came in.
I think thats it, Mary — especially in the eras when they wore layers of petticoats and several skirts for warmth. Makes sense to have no knickers. It was when the dresses got flimsy and the petticoats few that knickers came in.
I think thats it, Mary — especially in the eras when they wore layers of petticoats and several skirts for warmth. Makes sense to have no knickers. It was when the dresses got flimsy and the petticoats few that knickers came in.
Me too, Teresa. Loved her giant panties
Me too, Teresa. Loved her giant panties
Me too, Teresa. Loved her giant panties
Me too, Teresa. Loved her giant panties
Me too, Teresa. Loved her giant panties
Such a fun post. Of course working at Walmart I see either entirely too much of people’s underwear or I am assaulted with the fact they wear none at all. Shudder.
And my mother is also of the “Be certain you are wearing clean underwear, you might be in an accident.” school. Which is why I always buy all new underwear right before RWA’s national conference. 🙂
And like many of you, it is nice cotton granny panties for me. I simply don’t see the point of wearing what I call “butt floss” aka a thong.
The Regency era drawers actually look quite comfortable and I would imagine it was breezy without them during a British winter. BRRRR
I sang the role of Lulu in Alban Berg’s opera of the same name. As she was a basically a “fallen” woman her costumes consisted of racy to raunchy lingerie. So I paraded about the stage in my underwear for over two hours singing my head off. Which would not have been so bad if it had not been March in Austria !!
Such a fun post. Of course working at Walmart I see either entirely too much of people’s underwear or I am assaulted with the fact they wear none at all. Shudder.
And my mother is also of the “Be certain you are wearing clean underwear, you might be in an accident.” school. Which is why I always buy all new underwear right before RWA’s national conference. 🙂
And like many of you, it is nice cotton granny panties for me. I simply don’t see the point of wearing what I call “butt floss” aka a thong.
The Regency era drawers actually look quite comfortable and I would imagine it was breezy without them during a British winter. BRRRR
I sang the role of Lulu in Alban Berg’s opera of the same name. As she was a basically a “fallen” woman her costumes consisted of racy to raunchy lingerie. So I paraded about the stage in my underwear for over two hours singing my head off. Which would not have been so bad if it had not been March in Austria !!
Such a fun post. Of course working at Walmart I see either entirely too much of people’s underwear or I am assaulted with the fact they wear none at all. Shudder.
And my mother is also of the “Be certain you are wearing clean underwear, you might be in an accident.” school. Which is why I always buy all new underwear right before RWA’s national conference. 🙂
And like many of you, it is nice cotton granny panties for me. I simply don’t see the point of wearing what I call “butt floss” aka a thong.
The Regency era drawers actually look quite comfortable and I would imagine it was breezy without them during a British winter. BRRRR
I sang the role of Lulu in Alban Berg’s opera of the same name. As she was a basically a “fallen” woman her costumes consisted of racy to raunchy lingerie. So I paraded about the stage in my underwear for over two hours singing my head off. Which would not have been so bad if it had not been March in Austria !!
Such a fun post. Of course working at Walmart I see either entirely too much of people’s underwear or I am assaulted with the fact they wear none at all. Shudder.
And my mother is also of the “Be certain you are wearing clean underwear, you might be in an accident.” school. Which is why I always buy all new underwear right before RWA’s national conference. 🙂
And like many of you, it is nice cotton granny panties for me. I simply don’t see the point of wearing what I call “butt floss” aka a thong.
The Regency era drawers actually look quite comfortable and I would imagine it was breezy without them during a British winter. BRRRR
I sang the role of Lulu in Alban Berg’s opera of the same name. As she was a basically a “fallen” woman her costumes consisted of racy to raunchy lingerie. So I paraded about the stage in my underwear for over two hours singing my head off. Which would not have been so bad if it had not been March in Austria !!
Such a fun post. Of course working at Walmart I see either entirely too much of people’s underwear or I am assaulted with the fact they wear none at all. Shudder.
And my mother is also of the “Be certain you are wearing clean underwear, you might be in an accident.” school. Which is why I always buy all new underwear right before RWA’s national conference. 🙂
And like many of you, it is nice cotton granny panties for me. I simply don’t see the point of wearing what I call “butt floss” aka a thong.
The Regency era drawers actually look quite comfortable and I would imagine it was breezy without them during a British winter. BRRRR
I sang the role of Lulu in Alban Berg’s opera of the same name. As she was a basically a “fallen” woman her costumes consisted of racy to raunchy lingerie. So I paraded about the stage in my underwear for over two hours singing my head off. Which would not have been so bad if it had not been March in Austria !!
Louisa, I love your tales of your opera-singing days in Europe. Such a wonderful adventure. I hope you write your biography one day.
Louisa, I love your tales of your opera-singing days in Europe. Such a wonderful adventure. I hope you write your biography one day.
Louisa, I love your tales of your opera-singing days in Europe. Such a wonderful adventure. I hope you write your biography one day.
Louisa, I love your tales of your opera-singing days in Europe. Such a wonderful adventure. I hope you write your biography one day.
Louisa, I love your tales of your opera-singing days in Europe. Such a wonderful adventure. I hope you write your biography one day.
I just loved this post! I’m fascinated by the thinking of the time – I didn’t realise that drawers were considered men’s clothing, but it makes perfect sense. I feel my current heroine needs to be wearing drawers, she’s definitely a Dasher! Love it, Anne 🙂
I just loved this post! I’m fascinated by the thinking of the time – I didn’t realise that drawers were considered men’s clothing, but it makes perfect sense. I feel my current heroine needs to be wearing drawers, she’s definitely a Dasher! Love it, Anne 🙂
I just loved this post! I’m fascinated by the thinking of the time – I didn’t realise that drawers were considered men’s clothing, but it makes perfect sense. I feel my current heroine needs to be wearing drawers, she’s definitely a Dasher! Love it, Anne 🙂
I just loved this post! I’m fascinated by the thinking of the time – I didn’t realise that drawers were considered men’s clothing, but it makes perfect sense. I feel my current heroine needs to be wearing drawers, she’s definitely a Dasher! Love it, Anne 🙂
I just loved this post! I’m fascinated by the thinking of the time – I didn’t realise that drawers were considered men’s clothing, but it makes perfect sense. I feel my current heroine needs to be wearing drawers, she’s definitely a Dasher! Love it, Anne 🙂
What a wonderful post and plethora of comments! I still don’t quite understand what “witches’ britches” were – I know growing up I at times saw both my mother’s and my grandmother’s “underpants,” as they called them, and they were just big, ugly, white cotton things. And I have to admit that thinking about undergarments leads me to a thought that often pops into my head while reading love scenes, especially early morning ones: “Wait, didn’t they need to run to the chamber pot? Especially after all that late night wine?”!
What a wonderful post and plethora of comments! I still don’t quite understand what “witches’ britches” were – I know growing up I at times saw both my mother’s and my grandmother’s “underpants,” as they called them, and they were just big, ugly, white cotton things. And I have to admit that thinking about undergarments leads me to a thought that often pops into my head while reading love scenes, especially early morning ones: “Wait, didn’t they need to run to the chamber pot? Especially after all that late night wine?”!
What a wonderful post and plethora of comments! I still don’t quite understand what “witches’ britches” were – I know growing up I at times saw both my mother’s and my grandmother’s “underpants,” as they called them, and they were just big, ugly, white cotton things. And I have to admit that thinking about undergarments leads me to a thought that often pops into my head while reading love scenes, especially early morning ones: “Wait, didn’t they need to run to the chamber pot? Especially after all that late night wine?”!
What a wonderful post and plethora of comments! I still don’t quite understand what “witches’ britches” were – I know growing up I at times saw both my mother’s and my grandmother’s “underpants,” as they called them, and they were just big, ugly, white cotton things. And I have to admit that thinking about undergarments leads me to a thought that often pops into my head while reading love scenes, especially early morning ones: “Wait, didn’t they need to run to the chamber pot? Especially after all that late night wine?”!
What a wonderful post and plethora of comments! I still don’t quite understand what “witches’ britches” were – I know growing up I at times saw both my mother’s and my grandmother’s “underpants,” as they called them, and they were just big, ugly, white cotton things. And I have to admit that thinking about undergarments leads me to a thought that often pops into my head while reading love scenes, especially early morning ones: “Wait, didn’t they need to run to the chamber pot? Especially after all that late night wine?”!
Thanks, Robyn — lovely to see you here on the wenches. Hope youre writing up a storm!
Thanks, Robyn — lovely to see you here on the wenches. Hope youre writing up a storm!
Thanks, Robyn — lovely to see you here on the wenches. Hope youre writing up a storm!
Thanks, Robyn — lovely to see you here on the wenches. Hope youre writing up a storm!
Thanks, Robyn — lovely to see you here on the wenches. Hope youre writing up a storm!