Every so often, I have a bit of a personal ritual. I head along to my nearest Primark and pile my flimsy, slightly wobbly fabric basket high with pants of all kinds. Yes, let us all praise Primark pants. Girly boxers, bikini briefs, high leg bloomers, hipster pants, you name it. Except thongs, those are uncomfortable.
It’s something I do maybe four times a year, to coincide with the seasons. A change in the wind usually signals it’s time for new knickers. (Ooh-er, missus.)
The cheap and cheerful selection has tons to offer for every bottom. It’s got your cheeks literally and figuratively covered. When you’re in the mood to have pineapples liberally sprinkled over your behind, Primark delivers. Note: they don’t actually deliver to your house. Which is a grand shame. If that were the case, I’d be ordering underwear by the vanload each week.
Some of my favourite and most-worn pants came from our favourite value wonderland. At one point I was considering stopping, as every single pair had a little bow on the front and you could see them through skirts. Thankfully that particular fashion trend was swiftly nipped in the bud.
I wish I knew what it was about shopping for pants that has me so eager to stack ’em high. There is obviously the need for a fresh pair every day, but at this point I might well be stocked up for a year. And why I go to such extents for a part of my wardrobe that’s rarely seen is a mystery. Although my parents do still tell me to wear clean underwear in case I get hit by a bus…
Share your tales of bulk buying with me, ladies! I need to know I’m not alone in my quest for discount drawers.
