Fashion bloggers don't talk much about what goes underneath the clothes. Well, things are about to change! If you've ever been shopping with me then you'll probably know that I don't really do matchy matchy underwear. Why not? Well, you know my thoughts on socks. Is it likely that my bra and pants would match either? Not really!
In the spirit of openness I will hereby reveal another secret reason for this sartorial choice to you: I am fussy about pants. They must be nice fabric and I like them big. That's why sets very rarely take my fancy. Many a bra has been purchased, leaving the matching pants firmly behind on the rail. They're so often either nylon and nasty or some bum-flossing thong contraption and neither of those are going anywhere near my derriere! Plus I have a rather grim stomach which I prefer to keep covered up (the nasty side of having lost a lot of weight - it's not all positive!) so my current pant of choice are those black shorts which comes in a pack of five from the supermarket. They might not be particularly glamorous but they're plain and comfy and that'll do me.
My eyes were opened to more glamorous possibilities when I discovered Sexy Big Pants recently though. Check out the top photo! Aren't they gorgeous? Living proof that big knickers can be beautiful.
I chose the Rachel design - couldn't resist the cheeky cutout! - and blimey, they're beautiful in real life. Even better than they look on the website and they're pretty damn good on there. Don't you just love that Italian lace panel? The attention to detail is stunning and they're ethically produced too - bonus!
Why yes, thank you, I am.
Black is so tricky to photograph, grrr. Here's the bow though!
See, big pants don't have to be granny pants and they don't have to be boring! I might not be modelling them for you in an outfit photo (I'll leave that to the gorgeous blonde model as her bum is way better than mine) but I'm wearing them right now and I can report back that they're utterly fab and are making me feel rather glam and sassy, despite the fact I have the plague.
All hail the big pants.