Resting Underwear

It's been a while since I have really made a fool out of myself on the ole' blawg (you must remember the spray tan incident and of course the Spanx debacle) so I decided it's time.  This time it is about resting underwear.  Yes, you read correctly, resting underwear.

I had been looking for a new brand of br*as as the old ones just weren't doing the job if you know what I mean......... What is it about gravity as we get older?  Why couldn't gravity have been the other way and all things would  be elevated?  Just one of those questions that will never be answered but I digress.........

While in Texas I did quite a bit of shopping as it rained cats and dogs every day that we were there so we couldn't do many outside activities.  As I have said before Chico's is my favorite place to shop so we hit about four of them in different malls.  One of them had a really nice 'personals' department so I went in to take a looksy.

A really nice sales lady came right over as I perused all the different kinds of undies that seemed to be more suited to my age and style then those in so many stores that don't have enough fabric in them to blow your nose with.  Thongs.  I thought those were something your wore on your feet when you went to the pool.  Hip I'm not, hippy I am.

I told her what I was looking for and we picked out numerous styles and I headed for the changing room.  She hung everything up on a hanger and then asked me if I was a hooker or a twister?!!!!  Excuse me?!  Am I the only one on the face of the earth that didn't know what that meant?  After she explained I said I was a twister which is a no-no, all women should hook in the back and not twist the fabric around.  Who would know?

After trying on several I hit the jackpot and found something that was comfortable and.....ahem.....uplifting.....so I said I would take three of them.  Then came the resting part.  She explained that you NEVER wear this garment two days in a row!!  They have to rest for a day!!  A day of rest? Yep, a day of rest.  It was something about the fibers, elastic, blah blah blah.

I don't know about you but I have never heard about clothes that have to rest.  It's not like they are holding up the world.  Good grief.  Then she took the item of clothing I was wearing when I came in and threw it in the trash saying now that I had this brand I would never go back to that brand.  I didn't want to do any dumpster diving so I walked out with my purchases.  I got in the car with the Hubs who was waiting patiently for me (thank goodness for Blackberries!) and asked him if he knew that underwear had to rest.  He gave me the look like 'I really don't want to hear this' so I spared him the details. 

Have a good weekend!