I think there are two types of people in the world.
The first have an underwear drawer filled with neatly folded matching bras and knickers. They have a bra for every outfit and know exactly what type they need to wear with each dress or shirt.
The second type is more like me. My underwear drawer resembles the rag pile at a local jumble sale. It’s jammed and crammed in, a mish mash of colours.
I know why and its not just my lack of organisational skills. I blame my shopping habits.
My underwear purchases are hap-hazardous and ill thought out. Nothing matches, most of my dozens and dozens of bras are older than my children but I only wear about three of them cause the rest don’t fit.