Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 16 April 2017 – Easter Sunday
I was rummaging this morning in one of the large plastic drawer boxes I keep under my bed to help maintain O_R_D_E_R. The particular box I was looking in is home to lingerie which I use but not as much as the usuals. I keep the items in this box in separate small zip lock plastic bags. The bags have labels stuck on them and I have written descriptions on the labels.
This might seem a bit over the top, but I learned the system from a Mistress escort who kept her tall locker in great order, with a huge amount of varied things just where she could find them, even at short notice. As my own adoption of the system has evolved its’ greatest virtue has been to maintain order among all the black things especially the various forms of pantyhose, such as:
stockings (old fashioned nylons and modern synthetic);
stay ups (with floral bands or striped);
fishnets (stockings and pantyhose, large weave and small):
patterned (chevron, stars, spotted, glitter):
opaque (with and without feet):
pantyhose (with and without support, sheer, silky, low denier);
novelty (without bottoms and with woven in lace suspenders), and so on and so forth.
So I am letting you into a bit of housekeeping. And it seems to me a good thing for the male species* to be given some insight into these intricately arranged matters of feminine concern.
The point of all this story telling is tell you something interesting. I came to see that quite a few of the labels on my little plastic bags had names on them. There were no mundane descriptions of the contents, or even references to the label for the lingerie, just quirky names.
So I dug out two representative items and took photographs of my arse (easiest shot to do in selfie land).
The first photo is this one. The lingerie set to which these undies belong was called “Rose (of many seats)”. Rose sold me some lingerie (off the back of the proverbial truck I suspect) hence the name I gave it. The label was in fact Elle McPherson.
The second photo follows here. The lingerie to which these undies belong was called “LJS”. These initials belonged to the gentleman whom I calculated at that time would notice. The label was Honey Birdette.
I should say I approve of this off label approach.
Naming mundane things gives those things their own sense of adventure and their own little story.
How many of you have named your car? Homework…
Signing out for a sunny Easter (at Easter it always rains…)
your glamorous aunt Madame MG