Polonaise in suspenders

Polonaise in suspenders

Yes, dear followers, there we were again! It's your very own under-fashioner in the field: Sir Sebastian, lingerie-questioneer of the Low Countries! Say, I don't know about you, but I've had a month... I don't want to throw it on the spring tickle with all those budding flowers around us, but I just get warm when I think about it again. What happened in that eventful little life of mine, I can already hear you asking. Well, it wasn't just a festive month, but I'd even call it a revelation. Don't let me keep you in suspense any longer - Sir Sebastian's gone!

Undercover under the rivers

Admittedly, I'm still a little shaky from my experiences under the rivers of the Carnival weekend. Right, you guessed it. I couldn't resist personally putting my nose into the carnival. What a feast, but what an assault on my tender mind.

Mind you: of course I wasn't there to just do some hopping and walk with a big sip on the polonaise. No, I'm a serious blog poodle, so I came to the sunny south to gather knowledge for you. Well, I have to admit I tried to blend in a bit between the Brabanders, because that seemed good for my journalistic freedom. Actually, the problem was that I got a little too absorbed in my surroundings. Was it the booze? Was it the cozy atmosphere? The music maybe? I'm not sure, but I think it helped that everyone was dressed up in the most insane outfits. Well, as a four-footed style icon, of course, you're a little less conspicuous than usual.

What are you wearing under a farmer's keel?

I decided to take advantage of it. Eventually I came here to investigate whether all those dress-up parties are limited to the outerwear, or whether there might be such a thing as carnival underwear. What are the ladies and gentlemen actually wearing under a farmer's keel, and are there any tips for light lingerie that would last all evening in a chicken suit like that? Looking for hard facts, I decided to go to the heart of carnival mecca Oeteldonk and personally put it to the test.

A bull's-eye view

Luckily the party was already in full swing when I hopped into a very cosy little pub. The music was on the stand, the beer flowed richly and the people were in a great mood. I was lucky: right away my sharp eye fell on two figures in the corner of the establishment. Who sketches my surprise: they were both dressed from head to toe in tempting black lingerie, complete with fishnet stockings and a suspender belt! Of course I stepped on them, because I felt by my water that I could safely fire my questions at these two stylish ladies.

Eropaf!

Both lingerie lovers stood with their backs turned towards me, so I tried to subtly attract attention. "Ahum. Ladies, excuse me. I'm a fashion journalist. Would it be convenient if I asked you a few brief questions?" A little surprised they turned around, looking over me at first because they were expecting someone of their own size. By the way, they were tall ladies, as I had noticed, but all the more beautiful was the fact that they parade themselves so perky in their favourite underwear. When our eyes crossed, three mouths of amazement fell open: two that belonged to my respondents, followed by my own delicate snout. I had certainly discovered something, but not what I expected: both ladies turned out to be gentlemen! Apparently they had pulled out a nice set of female sweethearts and put it on as a carnival costume, giggling. Must be possible - especially when there's a party. But it wasn't what I came for. I gave them my most endearing smile and continued my research.

Fieldwork

I decided to change tack and do some old-fashioned fieldwork. I mapped out a route through the hall and tripped between the partygoers to make my observations with an upward gaze. What followed was nothing less than a revelation! I skilfully tripped under monk's thighs and princess dresses, bent my neck and looked out of my eyes. I can tell you that I have seldom seen such a colourful array of lingerie choices.

Boxers in polonaise

At the risk of my own life, I spent the whole evening on the dance floor, taking notes for my report. I saw everything, but everything, passing by above my snout in a colourful procession full of festive and less festive fashion choices. Tight boxers in the most dazzling colours made their appearance, from Emporio Armani to the daring designs of Muchachomalo and Sapph Men - apparently the appreciation for Dutch designers is good there in Oeteldonk. Here and there the old-fashioned pale white men's briefs passed by, but this time I turned a blind eye to that: once a year I think it should be possible.

Design on the dance floor

The ladies showed their best side in the middle of the dance floor - at least from my frog's point of view. Hossen in a hipster was interspersed with a game of high-level string winging. Did I just see stockings there? Ah, those were the gentlemen from earlier... What struck me most was that a lot had been chosen for the better work in design country: Marlies Dekkers under a farmer's keel, who would have thought that? Also Sapph, After Eden and LingaDore stood out, because with carnival there are just a bit more skirts and dresses worn than usual - very good for the view as far as I'm concerned. It was clear to your boss of bikini lines: not only life, but also lingerie is good in the country of Brabant!

Conclusion: lingerie can really be under any outfit!

The next day a poodle with a hangover returned to the northern half of the country. Tired but satisfied I looked back on a great evening, on which I had also learned a lot.
Apparently, lingerie can really be worn under any outfit: whether you're giving a presentation in a neat suit or dancing on a table, you'd better make sure there's a good base underneath. After all, you never know if a blog poodle just happens to be tripping along your legs, do you?

Happy

Dear, loyal followers and followers, I love the results of my field research. With my diligent research I have proven that you can indeed wear lingerie under any outfit you can think of. Moreover, I have been able to get acquainted with a beautiful party that I didn't know anything about until now. But maybe the best part is that this time I was able to see Brabant from a completely different side!

Poodle-oo beloved audience - I'm closing, but I'll be back very soon with a generous account of my royal adventures in snow-covered Lech, where I've finally unravelled the secrets of royal lingerie choices!