I ™ve lost my underwear.
Now, don't you worry yourself, because there is good news: I do have the seven pairs I packed in my suitcase when we moved more than two weeks ago. The washing machine and dryer are hooked up (thanks, Dad!), so I ™ve been able to wash our clothes over the past couple of weeks. Still, there are dozens of pairs that should be somewhere in our house, and it kills me that I don't know where they are.
I ™ve searched for them, and I know exactly how they are packed: in a white trash bag, which I then stuffed into a black trash bag. In an awkward moment of modesty, I was desperately afraid that, while carrying dresser drawers, the guys helping us move were going to see my unmentionables. So I hurriedly stuffed them into the bags, and threw them onto the moving truck. We had already packed over 100 boxes, and still, we ran out. Trash bags provided the perfect improvisation. Incidentally, we also packed our couch cushions and decorative pillows in this way, and they're all accounted for. Which brings me to the conclusion that somewhere, somehow, those trash bags may have been thrown away in a cleaning frenzy. And I ™m not sure how I feel about that.
On one hand, some of my favorite things to wear were in that drawer. When I got married, I was given a piece of advice by a friend who had married the year before. The advice was on a simple piece of paper, and if you don't already know, let me share it with you: Always wear pretty panties. Even if no one else sees them, they make you feel pretty. It's true – you should try it!
On the other hand, if everything from that drawer has been relegated to the dump, at least I have the consolation that I get to shop for NEW pairs. If there's anything I like to shop for, it's under-things. (And shoes, for that matter.) Tables piled high with silk and cotton are like a tractor beam, pulling me forward, and even if I don't buy anything, I still have to look. (Just in case, you see.)
Unless I uncover them soon, I think I may be doing more than just looking at those tables. I foresee an entirely new, ahem, “wardrobe” in my future.
Jes Ferris has now lived in her house for over a year, and still hasn’t found her panties. Though she’ll have you know she finally bought more, which is a totally fun bonus. Jes blogs about her life, her never-ending home remodel and her expanding belly at Chirky.com.