Yes, I consider my granny panties to be absolutely sacred to me.
For those who know me well, you know how much I love them. I have ‘em all decked out, some with giant full moons, some with lightning bolts coming out of hands, some with cronewort leaves carefully painted on. I mean the ones that are high waisted, 100% cotton, full butt coverage, cover half your tummy, and thick af. My lace thongs practically scream at the sight of them, and I tend to them as if they were the most precious things I own.
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