She lay on the couch, wild hair scraped back into an orange headband. Feet caressed by the soft plumpness of the tartan throw, nuzzled in fluff. It was unseasonally quiet outside, the odd toot of a horn. The resounding sound of silence, blissfully sweet. It was rare that she could cherish these moments to herself. Sure, the cats were mewling, looking for attention. Circling around her legs, like she was made out of catnip. But they too settled down, lulled by the dull greyness of the stormy sky outside. Unpreturbed, she hummed to herself wistfully. Looking down at her scaggy underwear, fraying at the seams. Underwear that had seen better days. Though it helped her feel body confident in the past, there was no denying it had slipped into oblivion. She let the feeling wash over her. Waiting for the inspiration to hit. Wondering which colourful underwear would clamber into her full-to-the-brim cabinets.
After all, her home was her safe space. Where she could sing at the top of her lungs, belting out Adele, in her favourite undies. Dance like noone was watching, possessed with rejuvanating energy. Watch Rupaul’s Drag Race, munching Coco Pops. A splash of Oat milk, swirling in chocolate, careful not to spill.There were the ‘nega-tudes’ too. The down days where her mental health threatened to plunge her into the deepest sinkhole. Macrabre demons swimming in a sea of insecurities, threatening to pull her under. She forced herself to stay present, letting the tears wash over her. Giving away to something new. A flicker of hope peering through, like the long-lost sunshine seeping through her blinds. Suddenly, she smiled. It was electrifying. A new project, that would bring light and colour into her life. A rainbow of blues, yellows, oranges, and reds. Even purple, and fuschia too. Matching colours, and ones that shouldn’t match. There was just one rule. No neutrals.
She would laugh in her underwear again, much to the bemused glances of her cats. Then again, it probably was quite odd seeing your mum in the bay window. Lounging in her finest undies, a book in one hand, a cup of tea in the other. She was wistful, the good feelings were all coming back. The ones that would stave off the vampires that threatened to leech her blood. The werewolves who tried to curse her. But it didn’t work. Because everytime, she would pick herself back up. Bigger, better, stronger than ever. Like a kaolediscope, she saw the colours swirling. She was hypnotized, by its beauty.
Underwear made from bamboo that massaged her skin. An excuse to remove a layer or two of clothing, in whispers and caresses. It was that feeling of dreaming, stuck between surreal worlds. She had one brand to thank. Step One. A unisex, sustainable and anti-chafe underwear brand, that just happened to be colourful. It spoke to her soul, scrolling with awe. Pink flamingos waltzing in flower beds, a contrast of sunshine yellow. Juicy strawberries dotted on white, graphic lines. Purple pink boxers, and a lacy lilac bralet, three contrasting underwear looks. But this wouldn’t be any ordinairy underwear. Bold, vibrant, and maximalist briefs that deserved to be given a show. Colourful underwear styling hacks with Step One, that was like no other. Extra at its core, it gave her the confidence to feel good. Figure hugging in all the right places, colours that tugged at her soul.
Smiling, she looked back. Remembering a time where she wouldn’t have dreamt of being in her sustainable fashion underwear, uncomfortable in her skin. A changing sense of self- and body image, struggling to see the good things deep within. Now, things seemed different. Perched nochantly, in the most extravagant yet wearable combo she could come up with. Colours that turned a harrowing frown into a sunny smile. Hues bubbling with elation, happiness and excitement. Sure, she still had her hang ups about ‘lingerie shoots’. But this was different. This was colourful underwear she could get behind. An ethical Australian brand, made from Viscose derived from Organically Grown Bamboo. It had been a difficult week, saying goodbye to a loved one. A parcel awaited, in compostable packaging, made from corn starch. Colourful undies hidden behind a veil of black, her curiosity mounting.
She let out a slow appreciative whistle. Three underwear sets, that would replace the drabby, scaggy sets, that had seen better days. She knew what she must do next. A bright ‘rainbow clown’ aesthetic style shoot, that would challenge her to style underwear the maximalist way. This wasn’t about matchy, matchy. In fact the complete opposite. Bold brights and monochromatic block colours. Clashing prints, and cozy knitwear. Headbands and berets, chunky cardigans and button up shirts. Fluffy jumpers bunched over. In her books, more wasn’t tacky. It was joy-inducing, experimenting boldly with colours, and prints. A wonderland of inspiration, and dreams. Like an angel in ambient light, transformed into a disco diva. And so her styling guide, had breathed into reality. Three seperate looks, showing how colourful underwear could be dressed up. There would be the tropical one, flirting heavily with the cutesy one. The fluffy one, peeking in to say hello. Perfect shades of lilac, yellow, and pink woven in. The Strawberry Shortcake, retro and sweet.
Her mind’s cogs were whirring, alive with underwear inspiration. Wrapped up in bedclothes, fuzzy and warm. Slipping into a new guise, wriggling and smiling on the sofa. She wrapped her mouth around decadent chocolate popcorn, melting on her tongue. Sweet wrappers on the floor, crumbs around your lips. Sticky-sweet, just like her fanciful underwear concoctions. Compiling colourful underwear hacks was a new territory, but she was determined to make the most of it. Gallivanting round the house, half-naked, comfortable in her own skin. Tracing the folds of skin that had begun to appear. Circling the grooves of fine lines that were minimally etched. Forcing herself to stare in the mirror, and think of the good things that she liked about herself. Her quirky personality. Her kind heart. Her emphathetic nature. Her tanned skin, and length of leg. Her rosebud lips, and the smile that lurked behind. It was then, that she found the answer. Three distinct underwear looks that she felt comfortable in. That didn’t compromise who she was. That were somehow cute, sensual, and creative, in one click.
Pair A Block Colour Shirt With Tropical Boxers
She was amazed at the way it fit. Pink flamingos lounging, stretched out on organic bamboo. Large pink blooms, and blue abstract shapes, with a super soft ochre yellow waistband, she marvelled. How it caressed her buttocks in anti-chafe technology. Breathable fabric that let her butt do its thing. Wriggling free, as she did an impromptu salsa, not caring how bizarre she looked. After all, her home, her rules. The boxers brought out her playful colourful side. Grinning on a tartan blue and red throw, her head tipped back in laughter. Eyes closed, with pineapple yellow eyes, a flash of black mascara. A sweep of pinkish-red blush, with a glimmer of highlight, accentuated brows. Red lipstick, with an imperfect Cupids Bow, those crooked teeth still smiling. The most whimsical detail of all? The recipe book from Bosh that she accidentally matched, the cerise orange contrasted with black.
Her cats gazed at her with wonderment. She couldn’t blame them. It was like the ‘Flockin’ Fab’ underwear gave her a new lease of life. Layered under a golden yellow cotton buttoned shirt left open. A tangerine meets pumpkin orange soft loungewear bralet peeking out. A peach-orange headband, one of her favourites at the moment, her ears unusually earring free. Contrasted against the ‘blue tones’ of her living room, the differences were striking. Beaming under the watchful eye of her favourite art prints. A limerick humming green T-Rex in a blue cloudy sky. An outline of a person, with rainbow beams. An abstract Picasso esque blue, red and yellow creature, that was utterly divine. But what about the block colour shirt I hear you ask? If people could pair a bralet with a blazer, cardigan or shirt, she saw no reason why it couldn’t go with boxers too. Granted, it wasn’t a look that she would wear outside. But even at home, she still liked to look utterly, and deliciously fabulous.
She could have done the safe thing. Find a vaguely similar flamingo printed top, and be done with it. But that wasn’t A. She liked to think outside the box. There was no doubt about it, it had been a long time since she was a minimalist. She liked to think she was born colourful in the womb. Even the box of Coco Pops in the cupboard struck inspiration anew. A flash of yellow, she had fun with it. Even her cats got in on the action, her cat Loki modelling from afar. Paws outstretched, belly up, begging for cuddles. She ruffled his belly, as he purred with glee, a look of confusion on his face. Well, she couldn’t blame him. Considering cats saw humans as bigger cats, she could understand his expression. But she was babbling. She wore the shirt crumpled, unironed. The cotton fabric wrapped around the boxers. She stuck by the two to three colourblocking rule, tangerine orange, golden yellow, peach orange, mixed with an abstract flamingo print.
Layer A Thick Jumper Over Boxer Shorts
There was no hard and fast rule when it came to colourful underwear styling. Yet even in spring she gravitated towards thick jumpers and cardigans. Tending to get colder on her top half then her bottom half. And what a quirky look it was. A faux pearl red beret in a crimson shade, accentuating deep red creamy lipstick. Smiling as she looked down, holding a bouquet of faux roses. Lovingly cradled in tanned hands. A fluffy red vegan jumper, plastered with pink hearts, wrapped over white and red shorts. Emblazoned in a saucy strawberries print, that was sickly sweet. Red juicy strawberries with green calyx atop. Dotted with yellow bumps on a boxy peachy and white background. An inclusive size range of boxers, that was more than just a pretty face. Underwear that ensured fair wages, with fair working conditions. No forced or child labour, or a hostile work environment. BSCI or SA8000 accredited.
She loved her ethical strawberry print boxers, relishing in its cruelty-free joy. The craftmanship equisite. The design impeccable. The ethics? Chef’s kiss. It reminded her of the Strawberry Shortcake doll, updated with a modern twist. She smiled, her three cats joining her on the table. A tartan red and yellow tablecloth, hanging dangerously low. A wicker basket in the background, plain neutral walls. Some would be surprised given her penchant for colour. But A lived in a flat, and wasn’t allowed to redecorate, or paint the walls. So she made the most of what she had, dancing around in her undewear, her tripod toppling. She gasped, more out of bemusement than shock. Bursting into giggles that just didn’t stop.
It made her hungry for strawberries, plunged in double cream. Juicy, ripe and red, larger than normal. A seasonally grand crop that burst with flavour. A tempting drop of summer memories, encapsulated in spring. Dangling temptation on the tip of her tongue. Cream spread across her lips, the cats begging for some treats. The thick jumper was oh so warm, and her legs felt free. Free by the sensation of bamboo on her butt, her legs unencumbered. The sensation of skin, and bamboo, a heavenly concoction. It was like she had found the portal to the otherworld, and seen something new. Strawberries dancing in cream, fluffy red slippers on her feet out of shot. Even when the night closed in around her, and the room was plunged into dark, her heart was full. Full of love, under the light of the compassionate moon.
Add A Fluffy Cardigan And Contrast Colours
There was one last colourful underwear look, modelled in her bathroom. Marble tiles gleaming, light reflecting. A plain shower curtain, slightly stained, a tinge of rust, a stubborn one. A shower head that had seen better days, filled with limescale. A bath that was nice enough, but lacked character. She would put a stop to that, with a colourful loungewear look that encapsulated everything that she was about. A lilac purple fabric headband, on dark curly plaited hair. A prop purple bathbomb that faded into deep blue, and lemon yellow. Her mouth outstretched in the widest smile she could muster. Secrets beneath that awaited. A lilac purple bralet, soft and unpadded. Boxers that were titled ‘Prawn Cracker’ halfway between fuschia and violet.
The piece de resistance. The fluffy cardigan, with that ombre design she loved so much. Oversized, just the way she liked it, knitted with vegan wool. Lilting Lilac that danced with tenacious teal. A smattering of pretty in pink, and yappy yellow, slightly faded. Pockets she could slip her hands into, caressing cold fingers. This was a look that combined two styling elements. The first like look two, the fluffy part. The slightly-too-big cardigan that serenaded her in golden warmth. The other, the contrast colours, that somehow paired beautifully. The lilac purples of the headband and bralet, that somehow made its way into the cardigan. The deep violet of the women’s boxers. The cardigan that told a story in her ochre yellow hooded eyes. There was yellow, purple and shades between. A rainbow look that she loved pairing with her comfy boxers. Scratch that, she was obsessed. They were after all the most comfy brand of underwear she owned.
The colourful underwear shoot was coming to the end. She had made it. Clambering carefully out of her boxers and finery, slipping under the shower. Feeling the gunkiness of the makeup dribble down her face. Smoothed away with cleanser, and face wash, until her skin was velvety smooth. Her body caressed in polishes and lotions, her feet massaged. Her hair kneaded, her knots coaxed, her skin turning red. Then, when the shower was over, she slipped into a boxer set once more. This time makeup free. Could you guess which set she had chosen? It was ‘Flockin’ Fab’ the tropical pair, relishing the feel of it her shower-kissed skin. The yellows, oranges, and blues, captivating her heart once more.
What Are Your Colourful Underwear Styling Hacks?
Please note this is a collaborative post but all my thoughts are my own and are not affected by gifted products.