Sunday, December 10, 2006

Underwear

Moving here to Spain has been educational in any number of ways. Experiencing new foods, and cultures and languages..yaddah yaddah yaddah.....the old grey cells are getting a work out. One aspect of my life I had not anticipated an education in though is underwear. Yeah you know, bras and panties the works.
The apartment we're in is the top floor of a two story set up, you might call it a duplex. The houses here are crammed in tightly and like the most intricate sort of puzzle. We have a terrace on the top -with a georgeous view of the sea and the mountains I might add, and our clothes line. Mighty fine hanging out the laundry. Out our kitchen window at the back, we have a view of.... well.... a courtyard if we look down, but a laundry room if we look straight out. It could be a nice space, an open terrace, iron railings and planters, partly roofed, but the three 25ish year old guys who live downstairs with a variety of girlfriends use it for laundry. You can see where my education is coming from. Well the guys are pretty clean, and there is a fairly regular supply of sheets and clothes going through, but one of the girlfriends is quite the laundry freak. ALWAYS something out. This is not a bad thing, but she has the most amazing assortment of underwear. Things I had never known anything about before.
Now, without embarassing myself or anyone else, I am a pretty straight-forward underwear kind of gal, cotton, comfy-but-not-granny undies do me fine. This girls loves a thong. Indeed she doesn't seem to have anything else. Now before you all think we are some kind of perverts eyeing this womans undies, the clothes line is 20 feet away directly across from the end of the galley kitchen we have. The stuff is unavoidable, and she is not shy about it. They guys either don't wear underwear, or discreetly hang it on the back lines behind the sheets as I confess I would do. The thongs are always front and center. She also has these bras..... Now she is a fairly regular looking girl on the street, but these bras are, I think, push-ups, lots of padding anyway and impressive bits of armouring. Lots of different colours. They have become a topic of conversation amongst the four of us.
The reason for me bothering to post about this aspect of my never-ending education is the latest undergarment. It is black, it looks like a tiny pair of cotton hot pants, but has that seam that undies do, and has a well, we aren't sure... it is either sequins or glitter glue type stuff with this elaborate blue decoration on either the front or the back. We've all gone to have a gander (we were too shy to use the binoculars) and we aren't even sure if they are for men or women....though the guys are usually pretty discreet. We are, I will confess, confused. Though it lead to some hilarious dinnertime conversation about the most uncomfortable underwear imaginable. Our vote went to sequined thongs.....oooohhhhhhhhhh you'd never sit still.

12 comments:

Beth said...

Wow - fascinating life you are leading. I just spent quite awhile looking over your site.
Thanks for the comment on my blog. I assume you "found" me via Trish and Coffee House Chatter.
I really didn't expect a comment on a "hockey" post - and then to get one from a Canadian in Spain! The Internet is a marvel.

kate said...

Now you know you should have accompanied that post with some visuals... Next time that garment gets washed, I want to see a picture! (Um, no, I don't have any fetishes, I'm just curious, Really!)

oreneta said...

Beth: yeah, it's quite the game of tag. On the hockey note, turns out the woman that they are searching for is Bob Gainey's daughter.....

kate: if only I had a camera... I thought the same thing....Christmas is coming, maybe Santa will be nice.... We can only hope.

Trish said...

LOL too funny!

Sequined thongs? The thought alone has me sqirming in my seat.

Trish said...

squirming that is...

oreneta said...

sqirming or squirming, they'd both be uncomfortable....

Mom of Three said...

Okay, let me get this straight. You can't be sure when you can buy a tomato, but people line-dry Victoria's Secret-quality chonies out in the open??

Your life is way more interesting than mine!

oreneta said...

MoT: The priorities here are great aren't they.....

Beth said...

How fun to know what kind of underwear your neighbors have! I don't think I could do the sequined thong either...I can't do ANY thong, for that matter. I'm constantly picking at it.

ya, pictures next time would be great...come on Santa!!

Nomad said...

Hahahha....!!
Can't do any"thong"???
(which accent is that??)

...I think it is a european thing cause the undies here are equally interesting and which I found quite a marvel when I arrived as well..they even sell them at the market...a big thong stall(if you can imagine that...) I refuse to even go near them as I am sure I would be fingering thongs contemplating colours only to look over my shoulder to find my landlord or some other equally embarrassing spectre...

Something abut buying a thong in public... I am way with you re the hang the undies behind the sheets...I can't hang them outside at all...

*blush*!!

oreneta said...

Beth: I have to confess to never even trying one on...the kids would die of embarassment if I did..

N: There's a huge thong stall at the market here as well.... I hadn't blogged that yet, they display them on this big ring so they look a bit like the steering wheel of a car which is a bit alarming when you think about it..

Mom of Three said...

Thong stall?

Okay, next time you jet to London, visit the digital camera store! This we must see!