I’ve become very conscious of living in an all male household since the sad passing in January of my beloved King Charles, Sophie, who was like a daughter to me.
Puppy Stan, now nearly nine months old, is pure joy but he’s very male … and has a complete obsession with underwear. The other day, while I was in swimming he was prancing around the beach with my pink bra around his neck and matching knickers in his mouth. Since he started his antics, I’ve had to be sure to wear very respectable underwear as its bound to be on public show at least once a day.
I was brought up in the era of ‘always be sure your underwear is clean in case you have an accident and have to be hauled into hospital,’ but Stan has really upped the stakes considerably as there was invariably an ‘in case’ involved in the earlier scenario.
Because of my new found need for very respectable lingerie, I’ve been in and out of lingerie departments like nobody’s business. Bear in mind that we have two other male dogs, as well as young Stan, who have a habit of gathering my underwear to line their beds.
Anyway, I’ve been really struck by the number of men lurking around bra and pantie stands. They tend to be in their teens, though by no means always, and are usually accompanying a woman. Some seem quite at ease; others blushing, scarlet, and absolutely mortified.
I must say that I’ve never been one to bring a man into a lingerie department or, indeed to want one there with me. The sociologist in me keeps wondering about these trends. Do YOU know anything about them, dear readers? For example, do/did you bring your boyfriend or hubby shopping for knickers and the like or did/does he insist on going with you? Obviously, I would be delighted to hear from my male readers too!
I’m also intrigued to know how young Stan, or his elder canine companions here, would react if let loose in among all the bits and bobs on show in lingerie departments nowadays. Watch out for headlines in local Waterford newpapers like:
Racy Stan Leads Pack on Lacy Plunge