Well, I make things. In fact, I sew things… (I hesitate) I design and make Knickers and Corsets.
"Knickers… Oh!" (pause) "And Corsets you say?… Oh right"
Sometimes their eyes light up and with a crafty smirk, they label me: "a dark horse" which usually makes me a little uncomfortable.
Other times, it's they that feel uncomfortable, and I'm stood wondering why their eyebrows have formed peaks as high as mountains? Whilst they clear their throat, take a sip of their drink and start to move sideways. Like a crab.
I mean, for such a mild mannered Lady to be making Knickers and Corsets… well! That's just plain shocking! Isn't it.
Well. no. Not really, I explain. It's very similar to making a dress, you see: you have a pattern, cut some fabric, sew it all together and Voila! (you'll have to excuse my facetiousness. How naughty of me!)
Anyway, back to my point.
And then there was this one time, at this craft fair (I'm being serious) with mothers making audible *Gasps* in the direction of my stall and covering the eyes of their children as they walked.
Please note: I had no images of scantily clad models. No Lacy, see-through, crotchless or 'sexy' knickers. They were not even on mannequin bums. Simply some colourful cotton knickers at a table.
Definition of Knickers (underpants):
"an undergarment that covers the body from the waist no further than to the thighs; usually worn next to the skin"
Knickers DO NOT = Sex.
What an odd world we live in! How we have trained our minds in this ridiculous way. It's a bit like a phobia.
When I was a kid I loved getting underwear with pretty flowers on it, or shoes with pretty patterns on. I had absolutely no concept of 'sexy' back then. They were just pretty. Who doesn't want to feel pretty? Like a princess.
The intention behind the Maribelle range is about feeling comfortable, relaxed and playful, In a free spirited kind of way.
Colourful, pretty knickers that are nice enough to walk around the house in but aren't screaming 'Hey! come and get me!'
Maybe I'm getting old. I'm certainly getting older, but what's wrong with that? I don't want to go back to those days, in my early twenties with a head so full of:
'How do I look?' and 'What do they think?' - when there was no room for thoughts of anything else!
No. I'm happy with here, I'm happy with now.
How about you?
Donna Jane xx