Hanky Panky pants were recommended to me by my dear friend Ulrica whilst browsing around shops on Kings Road last spring. I remember her saying that they were sexy, and in lace, but really comfortable. She said she always gets her dad to buy her a new stash whenever he pops over to the US (they are cheaper over there). Ulrica always have lovely underwear, and lots of them, and I didn't really take much notice of her comment...
...until I read in a book called Buzz the other day how Hanky Panky had revolutionized the way women in the US (hell, the whole world) wear thongs, making something sexy so easy and comfortable. Now, this book is a business book written by a man. And even he was recommending this product. I had to try them.
So, just in time for Valentine's I dropped a comment or two in front of my darling boyfriend T. I happened to know that they had them in one of my favourite shops on Fulham Road called Indian Summer. And yes, what was lying next to the 12 roses on my breakfast tray on Sunday, if not a little pink roll with two 'Hanky Panky, low cut, one size fits all'. (He had to leave work early to get there before they closed last week and I love him so for making the effort).
Well, it is Monday evening and I have just had a shower and slipped into my baby blue, shining new pants - and they are fabulous. They are really flattering, comfortable, sexy, and they fit perfectly. There is no going back now.
Monday, 15 February 2010
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