Apparently I am. I keep wandering off and buying frivolous knickers on my breaks. Well, two days running anyway….someone seriously needs to distract me tomorrow, otherwise all the good I’ve been doing saving money lately will have been for nothing.

I’m pretty stridently anti- matchy-matchy underwear. I have a few matching sets, mainly for lounging purposes – as with the adorable lady from Nova magazine (above), but there’s something a smidge Stepford Wife about only EVER wearing matching underwear (no offence to anyone who does…although I suspect that if you’re that way inclined, you’ll only take offence at the notion that someone could actually dare to wear non-matching smalls!). I don’t like to be told what to wear, in any circumstance, and matching sets are inherently bossy and dictatorial. “Wear me together or risk being run over by a bus and THEN you’ll be sorry you didn’t match up. Ha!”. Frankly, I’ll have more things to be worrying about than the quality or symmetry of my underwear.

Besides, knickers can often be more frivolously decorated than bras (unless you wear very tight-fitting trousers, and I happen to think VPL is rather cute – so there!) and can make more of a statement. That and the fact that bras are such a bugger to get right. So why deprive yourself of gorgeous pants, if you don’t have the bra?

No, a cheap and frill-ing way to cheer yourself up is in the pants-department. And remember, the bigger the pants – the more room for more frills and bows and suchlike…. Down with thongs! Errr. You know what I mean….

(the otherwise still-a-bit-evil Topshop seem to be hitting the spot with knickerbocker glories at the moment…Curses!)

With thanks to the gorgeous M for the title inspiration.