I am so not a fancy underwear kind of girl. (Can you tell?)
I would love to be, don't get me wrong. I dream of owning flimsy lacy beauties, sheer little bits that drape and caress and somehow demand attention.
Gorgeous concoctions that magically pull you in, push you up and make you feel like a goddess.
And yet when I go underwear shopping it is not that fantasy that I end up buying. Oh no. I go for the practical, serviceable and boring. No lovely colours. No pretty styles. Ho hum to the extreme!
Because as much as I love the look of beautiful lingerie, I'd rather buy something pretty that I get to show off and wear on the outside. Something that everyone can enjoy, not just me!
Despite never dropping a bundle on my unmentionables I do love vintage petticoats and am happy to adopt them whenever I unearth one on my op shopping adventures.
For me, there is nothing more seductive and sexy than the feeling of stiff crinoline swishing
I love how a skirt perks up with a petticoat underneath and adore glimpsing that petticoat peeking cheekily from under skirts.
(I also love Little Misses impromptu dance/pose. In her pyjamas. With the craziest of crazy bed hair!)
I love how confident and saucy I feel with those extra layers underneath me.
And a huge crinoline can act as a personal space protector and rebuff others - Oh yes, Peaches McGinty I remember your tales of big petticoats!
I have recently added three more lovelies to my collection and have already put them to good use despite Melbourne's heat causing the stiffer petticoats to turn into itchy, welt inducing torture devices.
Now this one is definitely not for everyday. This little lady is for night time shenanigans involving loud music, passionate dancing and tall glasses of something delicious.
So much body and oomph, she can stand up by herself! And check out that gold edging!
The gorgeous older lady at the op shop who sold me this one asked if I would really wear it and when I assured her I would, began reminiscing about her youth during the 50's in the States. She told me that she would wear 3 !!! of these crinolines under her dresses before going to dances, but was always wary of the boys who would use mirrors to look up girls skirts.
She was so adorable and even covered my sons ears when recounting her stories so that he wouldn't get any naughty ideas!
I couldn't resist another hand bag that seemed to go so well with all my purple for the day.
Are you a fancy underwear kind of gal?
Are there pieces of underwear that converted you?