handmade lingerie

February pretty much automatically makes me think of lacy little underthings. I’m pretty sure it’s the one-two punch of Valentine’s Day marketing madness and the fact that the last few February’s I’ve worked on wedding blogs, where lingerie was the perfect topic around Valentine’s Day.

One thing it definitely has nothing to do with is wearing or receiving copious amounts of laciness in February. In fact, this Valentine’s Day my husband won’t even be home because some jerkholes thought it was a good idea to schedule a business trip that week. I’m thinking extra chocolate should be necessary to make up for that one.

Still, this February has me kind of longing for some pretty in my life. Lingerie is one of those things that doesn’t really matter if anyone sees it or not. You feel better just by slipping it on.

I’m not talking about anything over-the-top. I have two kids and there are parts of me (mostly in the abdominal region) that I don’t really want to see the light of day. They’re much better under wraps, thank you very much. But that’s OK. You can still feel and even be sexy without serving the goods up on a silver platter.

handmade lingerie

Ohhh Lulu Lingerie undies and sleep mask / 2 La Lilouche gown / 3 Luva Huva babydoll set / 4 Tatiana’s Threads undies / 5 Sandmaiden Sleepwear high rise tap pant / 6 On the Inside camisole

I found each of these gorgeous handmade lingerie pieces on Etsy. In case you can’t tell, I’m a real sucker for a romantic, vintagey vibe. You can pretty much bet that if it looks like it came off the set of Boardwalk Empire or The Notebook, this girl right here will be swooning all over it.

I’m wondering what the rest of you ladies think. Does a little bit of lingerie (whether we’re talking undies with some pretty lace or a silky gown) make you feel good? Or would you rather sit around in granny panties and over-sized sweats?

I rock the sweats and yoga pants far more often than I’d like to admit, but I do have to say that even the smallest feminine boost makes me feel better about myself. Is that weird? Who’s with me?

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Written by Jennifer Garry

Jen is a freelance writer and girl mom from New York. When she’s not knee-deep in glittery crafts and girl talk, you can probably find her sprawled across her couch in the middle of a Netflix marathon with dark chocolate smeared on her face. The struggle is real.