Should I put my knickers on public view?

A strange post title I know and doubtless I'll now get lots of 'interesting people' from google with an urge to look at women's knickers.

Its been an odd sort of week. I've decided to give up one of my creative writing courses that is held in the morning in a rather odd place a bus ride away from me. Sorry for being vague but there are some lovely people there and I wouldn't like to offend anyone with what I'm going to say.

However...<>. There are just too many people attending, there is no structure, no proper tutor and I find it uninspiring. I've been there three times and two out of the three times there has been no proper lesson plan and just primary school homework, ie write a story or poem about a nut or last week it was a chair. Now how on earth can I, a woman with an interest in romance, time travel and history find anything inspiring to write about a nut?

It doesn't help that its held in the morning and as I have the kennels to clean first thing in the morning and the dogs to sort every time I attend I arrive slightly late and breathless to find there is no chair and no space for me at the table....

I'm moaning aren't I? Sorry.

Anyway, that group is going to be given up and my other course ends next week, boo hoo. Hoping that this one will restart after a short break as its a small tightly knit group with a good tutor who helps you with things you are interested in rather than forcing you to write about a nut. I still can't get over the nut....

OK, my knickers.....

Its been an odd sort of week (I've said that already haven't I?), red hot weather tempting me out into the garden in my itsy bitsy bikini - got a nice tan coming- and I was so looking forward to the Boot Sales last weekend.

What happens then but Saturdays is cancelled as my Dad had to wait for the dreaded BT engineer to come out and mend the phoneline. Why is it the operators in India or wherever they are always insist that it is YOUR phone that is the problem and they intend to charge you £120 or whatever it is for an engineer to come out and inspect it? They tried this with my Dad, even claiming he'd purposely damaged the socket at one stage (although they'd never seen either the phone or the line and were just guessing). I mean my Dad is a pensioner, why would he be sticking chocolate buttons in the socket?

Do these phone line operators actually live on this planet? I have my doubts.

So Dad had to wait in for a BT engineer who told him the fault lay in the box 750 yards away and I never got to my Boot Sale.

So at what point do the knickers come into it?

Well...

Sunday I persuaded the DH to take me to the Giant Booty and set my alarm for 6am so that we could be there for 7am at the latest. Next thing I know the alarm has failed to go off (dead battery stopped at 5.55am would you believe it!) and so we only got there for 9am.

I don't like going to these giant affairs later on, its packed out with fat people stuffing burgers into their enormous mouths (sorry for any thin burger eaters at boot sales at this point but is it only me whos noticed that 90% of the people eating burgers look like they are heading for a serious medical problem? It may just be me and my recent health drive that's made me notice these things - if so ignore me). Then there are all the masses of people you have to fight, fall over, squash against to get past each stall and when you go later on you know all the best buys have been snapped up.

So... there's me having a bad weekend searching for some little gem that will make getting up early(ish) on a sunday morning worth it.

Did I find it?

Well what I did find was two ladies selling a stall full of brand new underwear. Normally its something I wouldn't buy from a booty but this stuff all was labelled and looked as if it had come from some shop that had recently closed down.

Knickers, bras, bikinis and loads more stuff I didn't get the chance to explore and all at 50p each. Yep the store labels said £18 and they were being sold for 50p. I managed to pick up a pretty lemon set, a white bra, two evening bras (the type you can show under your clothes) and a bikin type top before I over heard a woman buying the entire stall contents for £300. So, I never got to explore the interesting looking boxes of undies or check out the bikinis or the rest of their knickers as the stallholders packed everything up and handed it over to the new owners.

Ok I'm going to be daring and show you a photo of my new underwear...

All great quality and a good comfy fit and cost £3 for everything.

Still buzzing off my new undies I walked round and spotted a lace edged tablecloth on a stall. Not as nice as the one I picked up last weekend for 50p but a good deep lace edge to it nonetheless.

I asked the price.

£15.

I nearly fainted and the stallholder must have seen my face as she asked what I wanted to pay and when I replied that I 'rescue' them and have never paid more than £1 she offered to knock me three pounds off the price. I thanked her for the kind offer and scarpered.

Just think what she'd have wanted for the one I got last week - probably £30.

I bought two books, one for my story research and one about the Magdelaine Laundaries in Ireland. I don't know why I bought the one about the laundaries I only get angry with the nuns who were in charge of these regimes and want to smack them for the abuse they gave out to these poor girls in their care.

Then I found something interesting..

Occasionally I'll pick up item of clothing at Boot Sales, just the odd top or something but its not often I see a woman selling what looked like the entire contents of her wardrobe. I spotted a young woman of about twentyish buying an armful of clothes and went over to look....She was buzzing with excitement and saying over and over again, "Look mum I have got an entire new wardrobe and I've only spent ten pounds".

Now I like watching people get a bargain, it puts a smile on my face so I went over and had a little browse on the stall. There was a makeshift rail with a few tops hanging from it, a massive mound on the floor and a trailor full of clothes....and it was in my size. I picked a few items up and asked the price. "everything is 50p"

Now I don't like scrabbling in a pile of clothes on the floor - its a pet hate of mine. I'll scrabble for other stuff don't get me wrong but scrabbling for clothes with foot prints all over them is a big put off to me.

Anyway, I found a few items and the stallholder charged me £4 and when I got them home and washed them I was surprised to see how lovely and fresh and unworn they were.

Left to right

Sassy little t-shirt which fits and hugs the figure like a dream, then a gorgeous mini white skirt from Pineapple brand that looks lovely in this hot weather. Next a pink fitted short sleeve shirt that is quite a sexy little nuber as its see through and fastens so your bra shows at the front, at the back its got lace up detailing. I love this shirt! Then we have an off the shoulder gypsy top which I thought was too tight (UK size 8) but the DH assures me it is not and looks great on.

Next we have a Lonsdale top which has glitery stripes down the arms, in the photo it doesn't look as new as it does in RL, I think the glitter must have spread a bit in the wash. I only picked this up for taking the dogs out in but I think its too good for that now I've had a closer look.
I found a pair of scarlet short legged cargo pants

finally I got these two tops....a white off the shoulder t shirt with ruffle straps and another sassy tennis type of t-shirt

So, now I can safely say I will also check out the clothes at Boot Sales as well as everything else! I can't wait to see what next weeks Bootys will bring..:-)

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Sharie