Well, bless your heart. And that’s a real blessing, not a Southern “go fuck yourself.”
This morning I left the house to see a rainy morning. It was chilly. But I was toasty warm, from the inside out. Let’s start with the foundation.
Last week I tried to buy a pair of shoes to lift my spirits and ended up with a Hanes six pack of, let’s call them modest, ladies underwear. And this morning I was thinking… if the cheap big girl panties feel this fantastic what must the nice ones feel like? Enveloping yourself in a sleeping bag made of cake? Pudding? What? I can’t even really imagine. Thank you, Hanes underwear. I had underestimated you and your low-rise hipster comfort. Continue reading