so I looked at the undies on VS. I decided that I wasn't all that interested in knowing exactly how waxed these strangers were.

They felt amazing.

I love silk clothing. Just not silk knickers.

The whole thing about silk is that I want it to get soft and be flowy. Flowy underwear?

And I do like sleek things.

Let's see, the last time I could pull off sleek was, mmm, 1977? These days my figure is best described as plushy.

so I looked at the undies on VS. I decided that I wasn't all that interested in knowing exactly how waxed these strangers were.

You remind me of a conversation reported on TT about six years ago, regarding the VS television commercials. A woman was watching one with her seven year old daughter, and the child looked up and announced, "Mommy! This is awful! I don't even KNOW these women!"

Flowy underwear?

Nope, panties need to be snug and trim.

Sigh. The palazzo pants were flowy. Each leg was twice as big as a Volkswagen. And purple. I was like a flowy bunch of grapes. But I loved them.

Mommy! This is awful! I don't even KNOW these women!"

that's how I felt

Polter, I'm alternately laughing and nodding in sad remembrance of being young and wondering where the Opposing Gender Person of Dreams was. There is something to be said for mad abandon and hedonism, though.

connie, sleek, not tight. I am not the gazelle I used to be - stupid damned disease and whackaloon midlife combining - but I know my body quite well, and one of the things I know best is that, at my height (5-9) and with my shoulders (linebackers envy me) and with my inseam (pushing 33"), I am almost relentlessly vertical. Also, fairly narrow hips in proportion to my shoulders and a majorly indented waist. I'm an hourglass.

So things that move in vertical lines on me, and drape vertically, and don't have too many fussy bits. And most of the clothing that fits that definition and that comes in, say, a 33 inseam? Is going to be fairly sleek.

I except sloungy clothes from that rule. Right now, I am in worn soft City Lights grey fleece pajama bottoms, almost worn out, and an oversized men's fleeze sweatshirt with "Eddie Bauer" across the chest.

Hedonism is good.

Just remember: no silk panties.

Microfiber just doesn't breathe enough.

Cotton, or cotton crotch stretch lace, baby, if I have to wear it at all. (Or, you know, those huge cotton maternity balloons these days, because hell, they are comfortable.)