Knickers are so pretty. Frothy bits of lace, silky ones, ruffled ones, cheeky slogan ones, turquoise ones, pink ones, white, black, navy, green, red... I love them all. I love owning them, looking at them, wearing them, and I love buying them.
I can actually identify the start of my knicker buying obsession (and believe me, it is an obsession, or possibly an addiction). It was when I went to New York in October 2008. On that trip I was trying to cut down on my book buying habits, I have actually improved on that front by the way, but I seemed to somehow substitute books for knickers, and it got worse, and worse, and worse, and worse, and worse, and worse until today I realised that I had managed to buy yet another five pairs of knickers in two days.
Just looking back over my blog to pull out all my knicker buying posts has made me ashamed, and if I hadn't already realised that I have a problem, that would have done it.
The time has come for a change. I must have (and I've not counted) getting on for 200 pairs of knickers now. Silly and excessive, especially as at least 150 of those have been bought in the last 16 months. So I'm going to do something about it. I'm going to stop buying knickers. First of all until Easter, two months away. Call it an early Lent decision. In general, if I really set my mind to doing something, it will happen, so I've got a pretty good feeling that I can stick to this. However I want added incentives, and this is where my friends come in. Adele Haze has already offered to confiscate two pairs of knickers for every one that I buy, but I think I need something even more drastic than that, so I'm hereby giving every top that I play with permission to give me six strokes of the cane if they find out I've bought any knickers between now and Easter!
The thing is though, none of them are going to get the chance to do that, as I *will* be strong!
23 hours ago