A fruitful search

I went on a massive underwear expedition yesterday.

Ever since Canal Jeans went out of business because Soho, for whatever reason, needed a Bloomingdale's, I have had a devil of a time finding cheap (both inexpensive and slutty, just for the record), cute undergarments. Because of this, I have been sporting the most appaling array of cotton Christmas-themed and once-sexy-but-now-held-together-with-chicken-wire drawers. It was time to stock up in a big way.

I started at Conway, because it's right by the office and I figured I'd find something. Well, the bottoms were okay, the tops looked like something my Grandma would sport. Grams has good taste, but I need something with a little more oomph to drop the girls in.

Then I wandered in to Vicky's, and it was the usual Vicky's dilemma. First, not cheap (as in expensive and not slutty enough) and secondly, nothing in there fits me correctly. Every bra is either too big or too small, and there always seems to be air pockets or something in the undies. I've been known to buy garments to wear to a Cake party at Vicky's on occasion, but it's hardly every day stuff. I gave up there rather quickly.

Then I tried H&M. Score! Within 15 minutes, I had a mound of underwear to purchase. A mound, I tell you. I spent $100 on underwear there, and if you know how inexpensive H&M is, then you know how much underwear that is. And so cute!

My favorite moment was checkout. I put my mound down in front of the teenage boy working the register and he immediately put his head down and blushed. He stayed that way the whole time and mumbled, never maintaining eye contact. It was adorable.

After years of anguish, I now have a Canal Jeans replacement. I hope I've made someone else's underwear buying a little easier.