all things underthings • Manchester Vermont
The second Christmas season at the shop has confirmed that JOY is indeed a magical and hilarious place. The past couple of weeks – and especially the past couple of days – have been a wonderful whirlwind of life and love and laughs. One of the funniest moments was yesterday when there was basically […]
Today is going to be my last day off in a while and one “to do” on my list is to sit down and look at my calendar. I know I’ve committed to a few things and for all I can remember, some of them are on the same date. Matt just emailed me something […]
“I miss Natori.” is a sentence I hear all the time. There used to be a Natori “outlet” store here in Manchester and in addition to women telling me all the time that they miss Natori, they also tell me they love Natori. Stores come and go in this little “shopping” town I do […]
Just about everyday, someone comes in and says they’d like to find a bra where the straps don’t fall down. One woman who came in recently was adamant about it. “What about a racerback?” she asked in a monotone voice that told me that perhaps she might be hearing-impaired. “Do you think we I can […]
I drove to Albany on Sunday morning to catch the train to New York City. It was a blissful hour and a half of alone time where my mind did nothing but think about some of the things that happened at the shop and in my personal life during the past week. It was a […]
JOY is eleven months old. It’s been eleven incredible months of women and stories and bras and joys and laughs and tears and community and dreams coming true. Eleven, eleven, eleven…I really can’t help hearing the word “eleven” without thinking of the movie This Is Spinal Tap. In the movie, a lead guitarist in a […]
I woke up this morning thinking about one of my favorite St. Patrick’s Days. It was when I lived in Santa Monica and it was a Saturday. My friends Julie and Andrea and I batted around a few ideas on how to spend the day and we ultimately resigned to doing some day drinking at […]
I stayed late in the shop last Friday. We close at 6, but I was still there finishing up some things around 6:20 when I heard footsteps and laughter on the porch and a woman’s voice saying, “The lights are on, let’s try it.” In they came – the three of them – with laughter and a, “Are […]
