New underwear is for “Little House” trips. Yes, I’m going on a LH trip in a few days, and yes, someone actually questioned the state of my underwear as I prepare for said trip. Thanks to my mother – who noticed the deplorable state of my underpinnings during my last visit home – I am all set to go to Walnut Grove wearing spanking new spanky pants.
It’s obvious that even the Ingallses knew the importance of respectable (and pretty) underwear. I doubt there’s time for me to run a few rows of catch-stitching in bright, red yarn around the openings of my new things, but rest assured that in case of emergency, I won’t be shaming the good name of my family…
