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Confession: Right now I am wearing a bra from the 9th grade. I’m 25. I fail at lingerie—it’s just not on my radar. I’ve never had a good experience, never found anything that made me look anything less than a dingbat, and just bah. Honeymoons and wedding nights are times when one is supposed to break out the big guns, but I don’t have any guns. The closest thing to lingerie I wear is a white ribbed tank and VS Pink undies. It’s either that or nekkid. Why is that? Well, let me tell you.
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My mom insisted I wear Spanx under my wedding dress. She insisted with an urgency that would border on troubling if I stopped to really think about it.

So she bought me this charmer. Thanks, Mom!

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I tried it on under my dress and had to admit, the sucker-in did flatter. But I wanted to test-run them before the big day, so I wore them to a friend’s wedding.

OH.MY.WOW.

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My mother always said (why does so much of my wedding-related writing include references to my mother?) that your foundation garments are more important than any clothes you put on top.

She would be astonishingly embarrassed to find out that for the past several months I’ve been wearing a bra that barely fits. It doesn’t lift, separate, or support, and it looks awful and worn out. I’ve been trying to order new bras for months, both for everyday wear and for the wedding, and I haven’t had any success.

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But Thursday, when my most recent shipment arrived only to not fit properly (again!), I got mad and frustrated.
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Because I enjoy procrastinating with respect to making actual important wedding decisions (and I’ve made quite a few of those lately), I’m rewarding myself by researching something frivolous—britches, panties, lady-covers, drawers, underwear, undies, underclothes, delicates, skivvies, undergarments, knickers, what-have-you. All the same jazz—stuff to cover your goonie.

Even though I wore the super-hot Spanx and strapless bra combo for dress-shopping, I do not have to, nay, was told NOT to, wear holdy-in undies or a bra on the big day. I can wear whatever minimal non-granny underwears I want. Holler. (We’ll discuss boob issues later, for now we’re starting with the downstairs.)

Floofly options abound when one starts searching for bridal knickers. For instance, I could go super-bridal…

The pony-tail pair on the right, aka the NEW! Bridal bikini from Victoria’s Secret, are cute, but I don’t think they’re made to be worn IRL.
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I’m not sure about the rest of you, but having a complete strange assess your… assets isn’t exactly my activity of choice. However, for wedding-day purposes, I was willing to make the sacrifice. I’m talking about professionals of course, and the task at hand? Getting the perfect undergarments. Like several other bees out there, I made a bee-line for Bra*Tenders.

Just one corner of the store - look at all those boulder-holders! (or in my case, pebble-holders)

The store is tucked away in an office building, and you must make an appointment. The consultants there are experts - one look at me and my consultant (Cristal) found the perfect everyday bra for me - it turns out I needed to go a number size down and a cup size up. Bra-vissimo - much better fit!
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Some women loathe lingerie. They think it’s a pointless waste of money. It can take forever to put on, and in their case, it only stays on for about 30 seconds.

Other women love lingerie. They think it’s vital to any special occasion—birthday, Valentine’s Day, Saturday, any day. This lingerie generally doesn’t come off, but rather it… ahem… enhances the “experience”, if you will.

I’ve found that, unless the woman is a die-hard lingerie fan (or foe), her take on lingerie is generally dictated by the man she’s with. What’s the fun of lingerie if your SO isn’t into it? It’s just another pain in the ass layer to remove as far as he’s concerned. And when your SO loves lingerie? Well, you’re much more apt to play into it. Hell, why not? It’s pretty gratifying to see the man you love stumbling over his words at the sight of you, am I right?

Considering this is a post about lingerie, I think it’s obvious enough what side of the lingerie line the Rainbows are on. Yes, my friends, we are on the pro-lingerie train. We are fans, big fans. Then again, if Mr. Rainbow wasn’t into it, I’d tell him too damn bad, because I am one of those die-hard lingerie fans. So there!

Now, the way I see it, there are two types of lingerie—naughty and nice. Of course, there’s lingerie of the very naughty variety as well, but I’m talking strictly sassy sexy vs. sweet sexy, vixen vs. virginal.

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So the time has come, Miss Pug said,

to talk of many things

Of shoes, and ships,

and sealing wax,

of cabbages (or artichokes) and kings… or UNDERTHINGS!

The process of planning a wedding is akin to falling down the rabbit hole with Alice—a little world filled with twists, turns and surprises that you never knew existed until you became a planning bride.
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Have I mentioned this? We had an icebreaker at my most recent all-staff meeting (my organization lurves icebreakers) where everyone had to give one strange fact about themselves and we all tried to guess which fact matched which person. I went with my old standby: I own over 300 pairs of underwear.

I digress.

One of my favorite things to consider are underthings. Underthings that will be under my dress. Oh yes.

I am of the belief that what you wear under your clothes should be for your own enjoyment and to make you feel beautiful/comfortable/sexy/pretty/wild/sweet or whatever word and feeling you’re going for each day.

On my wedding day, I want my underthings to make me feel gorgeous and simple. My dress will be lace, the whole day will be pretty intense, and I want to just feel gorgeous and simple. So, the hunt begins for my wedding day underthings.

These could do the trick, perhaps:
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We last left off with my pre-dress-shopping neuroses, I was convinced that the world was going to end, planets were going to crush me, and all that jazz.

We had two appointments scheduled for the first day of dress shopping, and I was prepared. I had on no makeup, as not to get any on the dresses, as well as my proper undergarments, so that I didn’t flash the whole world.

As a quick sidebar, I’d like to HIGHLY recommend wearing the undergarments I wore for dress shopping– the Spanx Hide & Sleek Hi-Rise Panty (or any other Spanx!), as well as a nude strapless bra. This way, while the attendant is stripping you drown and putting you into dress after dress, it just feels like you’re wearing a conservative swimsuit. Win!

Anyway, back to the story!
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So remember when I was whining about my boobs and how I felt self-conscious all the time? Yeah, well I can’t say that’s totally changed, but there has been a major improvement. I finally decided that at the young age of 28 I should get professionally fitted for a bra for the first time in my life. Before I went I was terrified to go, hence the reason that it took me 28 years to do it (OK, so I didn’t need a bra when I was 5, but you get the idea). I had this vision in my head of me standing there topless with a random lady and a tape measurer. Yeah, well that didn’t happen.

I went to the Nordstrom lingerie department and did several walk throughs, trying to build up the courage to ask someone to measure me. As I cruised up and down the aisles and aisles of bras, a sweet girl asked me if I needed help. Although instinctually I wanted to say no, I decided to actually say yes. She took me back to the dressing room and proceeded to measure my band size with my clothes on. Phew! Huge sigh of relief. She asked me what size band I’d been wearing and I said “36″. She told me that I was a very small 34. Oops. Strike one. Then she told me that to measure the cup size, they would ask me to try on several bras and then check the fit. Great, I didn’t have to stand there topless with some measuring tape!! So she went and pulled a few bras based on my guesstimate of my size and we got to work.
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The search for my undergarments is complete. One thing I never thought I’d have to worry about? His undergarments. Us ladies know that when you wear white, you have to be choosy about what goes underneath because it’s never a pretty sight to see someone’s bra peeking through their white tee…

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Though, never in my life did I think I’d have to worry about Mr. Nachos’ under-roos, but alas, he’s wearing white pants and any color WILL show through – not quite to this extent, but you get the picture!
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One of the things my friend who recently got married used to joke about was the fact that if her husband wanted her to look her best on her wedding day, he better be prepared for some Spanx removal that night. I’ve heard this a few times actually, people debating between whether they want to wear something ’shape controlling’ or ’sexy’ under their wedding dress (especially if it’s a curve-hugging dress!).

A couple of weeks ago, I discovered that Spanx now has a line called “Haute Contour” (funny)! They say: “Have your shape and sexy too…” and I have to say, I quite like a couple of the pieces, and they all come in a color that would easily be disguised under a white dress! My favorites are these:

(Luxe Thong, in Blush)

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Okay, maybe not this kind of sexy! But I do think feathers are HOT!

Recently I started thinking about two things: what to wear for the boudoir pictures I plan to take for Mr. Poodle, and what to wear for our after party. Since I don’t have those kinds of sexy clothes in my closet, I started to search for ideas.

( This is one of those posts YOU CANNOT read if your name is Mr. Poodle! Muchas gracias amor! )
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Bear Cubs are a bit shy - this little Bear Cub doesn’t know the first thing about lingerie!

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It doesn’t help that certain other Bear Cubs also don’t know a thing about lingerie - a Ms Bear Cub, in particular, needs to find “sexay” bum-cover-uppers STAT!

Luckily, in this forest of Oregon called “Stumptown” (the trees became stumps? Oh bother. At least there’s good coffee honey.) there seems to be a preponderance of cutesy lingerie stores!
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There are so many projects that I’m in the middle of right now that I can’t wait to share with you guys. For now, I’ll let you in on all of my “somethings” that I’ve gathered for the big day.

Not the actual ring, but it looks similar to this.

Something old: One day a few months ago I was at my mom’s house. She was giving me an old tin to possibly use in my wedding, so I started cleaning out all of the stuff in it. I found a delicate little ring with a row of diamonds across the top. My mom had never seen it before, but she assumed it had belonged to her grandmother—my great-grandma. We’re still not sure how old the ring is or what it symbolized, but my mom now wears it every day. I asked if I could borrow it for the wedding, and she happily obliged.
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