I can’t go past a beautiful dusty orange Miss Crabb dress that can take you from the night before to the morning after. Nor have I ever been able to ignore stunning lace underwear hanging on the rack.
When I showed my Mum this bra and told her I was thinking of purchasing it, she replied with “but what’s the point in having such a lovely thing? There is currently nobody in your life who will see it.”
1) Thanks for the reminder re my rather quiet dating card.. 2) Au contraire Mother dear – this bra will be out there for the world to see. 3) Why should underwear be worn for anyone else but moi (and now you dear readers).
A couple of years ago I made a promise to myself that I would stop buying luxuries for special occasions or underwear purely for my significant other. The other day when deciding on which brand of lippy to buy, I spent the extra $25 and splashed out at the Lancome counter. Why? Because it’s French, the colour was a perfect vamp, the packaging was black and gold, and the stick was imprinted with a flower monogram. It was a treat and a luxury that made me feel excited.
And who knows, there may just be a bonus to all this good self-care. By wearing that underwear for myself – by feeling sexy in my own skin every single day – I’m more likely to wander past that potential dinner date and have him notice.
Not the lippy, or even the hint of lace bra, but the sparkle.
Much love XX