beneath the planet of the panty clash

Is there anything more annoying than losing items of lingerie? Somehow, between here, there and everywhere I managed to misplace my red suspender belt. Even more annoying, I had a big clear out of my undie drawer early last month. You know that thing, girls, where you practically have to assume another identity and become this hard-assed being who can say with certitude, 'Right.. if I haven't worn it for a year it's going in the charity bin shop'.

Sidetrack: there's a big Oxfam clothes bin near me where I recycle bits and bobs. But I've never seen any of the undies I've donated on sale in the local shop. Do they throw them in the bin or do the shop girls grab them for themselves I wonder? Or is it the fellas? So many fellas wanna be girls these days... I blame the hormones in the vegetarian lasagne!

So, having thrown out two old red-hued bra, suspender, panty combos, it's an absolute pain to have lost my last one. Is there anything uglier in life than a panty vs suspender clash? If there is, do let me know....