The only person I have known to wear "panties" is my mother in law. Anything less like panties than the vast white cotton garments that adorn her nether regions would be hard to imagine. I presume there must have been a time when panties were daring and modern. Probably shortly after the days of the pink directoire knickers so beloved of my grandmother! Never mind a lady garden - you could have hidden Birnam Wood and the three w2itches inside those things
My sister's friend once, when going for a check with the Dr., sprayed her 'garden' with feminine deodorant. She had mistaken her daughter's glitter hair spray. Dr's comment "Thank you for making the effort!"
Another went for a smear and the nurse picked up a pair of tweezers and plucked a 1st class stamp from her 'bits' Goodness knows how it got there. The mind boggles.
Flower You have posted these two stories on Gransnet before. Although my memory resembles a colander more than a sieve, the images they conjure up have remained with me and are, no doubt embedded forever . It's the way you tell 'em.
I used to be fascinated by the corsets when I was little Galen All those laces! Once laced up you must have been trapped in them for days. And why were they that weird pink?