Even more underwear!

My online order from the Victoria's Secret Semi - Annual Sale just arrived!

It doesn't start in stores for another month, at which point you bet your ass I'll be there. There were just a couple of things I had to snap up right away some of which aren't offered in my local store, like the Intimissimi line, which I adore.
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I'm super in love with the sailor-stripe looking set, and all about bustier/corset type things.

A friend informed me that underwires can cut off or put pressure on your lymph nodes. I'm a little skeptical about that, but I'm going to give the wireless thing a try in stores, and see if anything terrifically impresses me. I've tried on a couple of (non-sports bra) wireless styles, and never been convinced that they really did the job.

I swear, I will visually catalog my collection ASAP.

materialism - money buying me love

Things that always make me temporarily happy, when I buy them:
lingerie
sex toys
makeup
shoes
earrings
things in which to put other things - boxes, bags, tins, cases, etc.
all varieties of post-its
stationary

-basically, things that make me feel a) attractive b) organized

Clearly, the job of some of these things is longer lasting than just their purchase, ie) actually feeling pretty whilst wearing said makeup, shoes, earrings, and lingerie, orgasms achieved with the aid of sex toys, the organization of my life via containers and post-its, and the communiques written on stationary. I think I have solid evidence for my feeling that I express myself better in writing than I do I verbally.

where are you going to wear that 2.0

You have my solemn promise that at the first opportunity I will post photographs of my shoe and lingerie collections to show you what the fuck I'm talking about.

'Where are you going to wear THAT'?

I was buying a fabulous pair of (very inexpensive) shoes over the weekend at Ross. They are black velvet, with a small platform - the kind that blends into the toe box with the fabric, perilously high stiletto heels, and a strap around the ankle - so not quite Mary Janes. I was also purchasing a lacy red camisole to go under a suit with which I plan to wear said shoes as well, and had the following realization:

based purely on the shoes and lingerie that I own, one might very well come to the conclusion that I were some kind of sex worker.

...Or just a lot hotter, more trampy, or more stylish than I am - even though I've been trying to wear the things that I have and like and not leave them sitting on hangers/shelves and wearing the same jeans and black sweater day in and out.