I am sat in our lounge watching Top Gear and simultaneously surfing. Its not uncommon these days. Instead of a book on the lap, it's an iPad. A fellow blogger, Natasha at The 1970s Diet, has just pointed me towards her dieting tips on her very fabulous site, one of which is "buy new underwear".
It's definitely something I am considering. My summer weight loss (see the weight loss journey post here) has resulted in my 34E bras becoming somewhat roomy.
Whilst I can happily sit here and start browsing for new bras, the sad fact is that I probably have the size of bra I need hidden somewhere in the bottom of my wardrobe already.
During one particularly memorable sort-out last year I discovered that I had every bra size from a 32DD, via a 34B to a 38D. And did I throw them all out? Yes.
Well, most of them.
But not before I realised that one or two of those bras had been in my wardrobe since I was 19 years old. 19! That means that they were actually 18 years old before I threw them out. 18 years! Eeeuuuwww.
I say eeeeuuuuuwww because there is no way I kept them dust free, perfectly clean and avoided them becoming threadbare in all that time. I've lived in student digs, moved home again, and then moved house twice since. I am just honestly not that domesticated to have wrapped them in tissue paper and surrounded with scented bags.
It's OK, I hear you cry, at least it was just bras.
There were equally old, very much more worn, matching knickers with a few of these bras too.
Have I met some kind of record for keeping underwear for an inappropriately long period of time? Or can you do better?