(Yes, I know. Always a great sentence to start a blog post. Come one, come all, and read the very exciting post about that always high-interest category, brassieres!)
I ordered them from Fresh Pair, which, despite the double entendre of the name, intended or not, is a pretty decent site. (And no, freaky anti-capitalist conspiracy theorists, this is not surreptitious product placement in my blog.)
I have excellent taste in bras. When you are a 34DD, the boobies demand nothing less than perfection. And so, due to a backorder stemming from the wild popularity of the Wacoal French Garden Something-or-Other Contour Bra, my harnesses were delayed until August. Then late August. Then September.
Which, on principle, compelled me to cancel the order altogether. I mean, October? By then the girls could be another size entirely. Stranger things have been known to happen.
I called customer service yesterday and was greeted with:
Hi and thank you for calling Fresh Pair. Founder of National Underwear Day.
National Underwear Day! Am I the only one who did not know of such a thing? That there is indeed a day–a federally sanctioned day–to recognize and honor our undergarments?
I know there are all sorts of weird national holidays. We list them on the Cool Mom Picks monthly newsletter as humorous excuses to shop. (A newsletter, by the way, that you all will enjoy to the degree that you will thank me profusely for suggesting you subscribe. Here, I’ll make it easy: Click here.) Each month Kristen emails me this weird list of possible holidays and we laugh and narrow them to something like National Eat A Raw Onion Day and Rick Springfield’s birthday. Because who does not want to shop in honor of Rick Springfield’s birthday? Only crazy people, that’s who.
This month alone there’s Talk Like a Pirate Day (Sept 19), Elephant Appreciation Day (Sept 22), and Fish Amnesty Day (Sept 23) in which all fish are given…amnesty? So I should not have been surprised by National Underwear Day.
I’m sad that I missed it this year; it took place back on August 9th. And so I truly hope that next year we can all celebrate together.
Come to think of it, how does one celebrate National Underwear Day? Wearing our underwear outside our clothes, per the insane dictator in Bananas? Hoisting the skivvies up the flagpole?
Let’s hear how you’d celebrate the day. It will give me some time to plan.