I honestly don’t know how it happened. One day I was wearing a g-string, planning my underwear, waxing my bits, checking the view from the back...then BAM...the next time I looked my undie drawer was full of mahoosive knickers! Could I find a thong or a sexy ensemble amongst the detritus that used to be a part of me? When did I go from sexy lady to frumpy, lumpy Mum? When did I decide that it was OK to forgo the pretty knickers? I think the reason I'd noticed then and hadn't noticed before was that I'd look for the most comfortable I could find. You see, the worst thing happened. It's not easy to say, but it's true. I just got fat. Hmmm...I don't know how that happened either. Little knickers started to cut into my thighs. Little knickers rolled down. I couldn't see the tops with the new muffin top I'd acquired and Little knickers didn't cover my bum any more. So, I started to buy Big knickers. Stretchy ones. Black. I started off wi
A glimpse into the life of me and mine...oh, and I sometimes have a "potty mouth"!