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For me, wearing a thong was a sign that I was an adult. It was adult underwear, meant for grownups. And I was a grownup. Or so I thought. I think I was in my late teens when I got my first thong. It was purple and made of lace and the string at the back was very thin. Actually, it was called a t-string. I loved that thong (or t-string), and I was heartbroken when my aunt threw it away because it was evil. Now that I'm a "real" adult - with bills and responsibilities and a toddler - I Read More
It is amazing how much changes with time. One of my favorite things on this blog is reading old blog posts and measuring just how much I have changed, if any. Take for example, this panties issue. It does not seem like it, but it has been four years since I wrote about how I HAD TO wash my panties in the morning. Morning = whenever I take a shower, even if it's at night. As I explained in my post four years ago, I attended boarding school for one semester in St. Louis College, Jos (hello SL Read More
Do you remember your very first thong? I remember mine very clearly. I don't remember where I bought it from, but it was purple, and it was made of lace. I was about 18 0r 19, so my mom didn't know of the thong. I don't know what your mom was/is like, but my mom would have never approved of me owning a thong at that age. It was my one and only thong, so I loved it - as you can imagine. It was during this time that I learned - thanks to my friends - that I had a little booty behind me, so I was Read More
I've been meaning to blog about this since I read it last month, then a couple days passed, but according to my calender, it's been a whole month. No idea how that happened. It's about the Dear Kate underwears, and if you know anything about me, you know I love underwears. My regular stay-at-home outfit is a t-shirt, an underwear, and no bra. Read my underwear-related posts here. Anyway, Dear Kate did the unthinkable. They recruited real women to be the models in their new lookbook for their Read More
Last week, I put up a post about women’s panties. A research conducted by someone on some women says that women now own an average of 34 panties. Eager to test this theory, I did the only thing I could think of doing: I counted all my panties and took a picture of them. All 41 of them. The comment above is from the panty post, and it was left by Estella. She wanted to know when a woman should wash her panties. I cannot say that I know when a woman should wash her panties. I can only tell Read More
