…is that I can never quite remember why I haven’t worn it in a while, especially if it’s cute.
I’ll look it over for any defects — because lord knows, if there’s one thing I’m really bad at pitching, it’s old underwear/socks — put it on, and carry on with my day as normal.
Eventually, I’ll remember why it is that this particular pair was relegated to the back of the drawer, underneath socks I never wear and my least favourite sports bra – the tag is beyond uncomfortable. It’s also firmly swen in, so any attempt at ripping it out in the bathroom is more likely to result in some seriously unwearable underwear and a quick trip to the nearest La Senza.
…and these are the insipid days of my unemployed life.