Maybe the stockings can be hung by the chimney with care, but sometimes the unmentionables are unwanted articles hanging to dry in the bath. In many a quaint village in Europe, where one tenant building stands inches from the next, they still hang all of the laundry, including the lingerie on the clothesline tied between the downspouts.
I’ll never understand why men love to see us wearing push up bras, garter belts and seamed stockings, but hate where we choose to wash and dry them. If you’re single, living alone and not lost in the jungle of his unmentionables, they can dry on the back of the kitchen chair or tossed over the shower curtain without a care.
Some are too shy to admit it, but we all love shopping at Victoria’s Secret, even if we’re just curious about what other shoppers have inside that pink striped bag. To get you in the spirit of the hustle-bustle, I’d love to share my song about the joys of what a few inches of lace can bring. Here’s something to put under your tree or stuff in a stocking for someone you love and you won’t find this one on iTunes!
Written in 1995 and debuted at the Bluebird Café in Nashville, this is a fun and lighthearted cabaret-styled romp through the secrets tucked inside that little pink-striped bag. A part of the forthcoming stage production and soundtrack for 2010, “Suddenly We’re All French!” will hopefully warm your heart on these wintry days.
Happy Holidays from Single 101!
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