It doesn’t look like a campaign shoot.
There are no perfect rows of matching sets. No colour-coded compartments. Maybe you tried that once - bought a drawer organiser, folded everything like a ritual. That lasted, what, two weeks?
Now it’s a little more... honest.
There’s a strap tangled around your favourite robe. A clasp caught in the silk of a camisole you wore out dancing. A bra from a weekend away, still tucked under the t-shirt you borrowed and never gave back. There are the ones you’ve worn to death. The ones that didn’t quite fit but were too pretty to give up. The ones that meant something, even if you’re not sure what anymore.
Your lingerie drawer isn’t just where you keep your bras.
It’s where you keep little markers of your life, your moods and versions of yourself.
That lace underwire bra you wore to the interview you didn’t think you’d get.
The balconette bra that made you feel a little more like you after a rough week.
The soft
bralette you reach for on Sundays when you’re not quite ready to leave the house.
It’s not curated. It’s not minimal. But it tells a story.
Sure, there’s nothing wrong with wanting a fresh start - a drawer of crisp, coordinating lingerie.
But there’s also something kind of perfect about the one you already have: A little messy, deeply personal, and full of pieces that still know you better than most people do.