Please read on before you get angry with me.
I'm home in Perth for a couple of weeks and in my mad dash to the airport what did I forget to pack? Yep. Underpants. Today it is fair to say, I hit an all time low. I tried to not go and immediately replace what I needed and I borrowed a pair of my mother's knickers. For one day. Please see image below to understand my deep sense of desperation. My new undies are on top for comparison:
Even more embarrassing was that my beautiful mother offered to buy my bonds briefs and G's so as to not break my quest of 100 days non-spending. Bless. I shamefully and gratefully accepted. Two pair of briefs and G's bought by... my mum. Tim (my hubby) will express post me more of my own underwear tomorrow. Crisis slightly averted (I couldn't go more than 1 day in mum's briefs!) with (humiliatingly) zero expense...Well perhaps only grossly costly to my dignity. Thank god there was a Royal Wedding to watch and champagne to drink.
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