My dilemma with Lingerie

Let's see ~~ it's been 3 years since I last wrote. Yikes! I guess writing every few years is better than nothing. I have a friend who lost her mother. The only written words left by her mother were the comments she wrote in the margins of the books she read. My friend cherishes those few written words. I used to write (by hand) in my journals and felt it was important for posterity, but I've come to doubt that anyone will really ever read it. My own children and possibly by (future) grandchildren, may check out a few entries, but I can't imagine many people beyond that small number. So mostly I write for myself. It helps me figure myself out, and it's not always easy to figure myself out.

So, one thing that have been going around in my head -- is my dilemma with lingerie. When Jeff and I were writing down our goals for 2014, (yes, we're believers in goal setting - so many people I talk to are downers about New Year's Resolutions, saying they never keep them, so why bother. I would say I keep a few, and break a lot, but I think it is interesting to see each year what is important to me) he mentioned that he would love it if I wore more lingerie this year. Reasonable enough I'd say, but there is a slight problem. Let's start with my history of lingerie. I have maybe 6 sexy, little, lacy numbers that I have had for at least 15 years, but get out so rarely, that each time I wear one, Jeff asks if it is new. Not good, I know. So why don't I wear lingerie more often? It comes down to this;  the problem with lingerie is, it makes me cold! Those skimpy pieces of material keep me curling into a ball for warmth. I know, from the movies, I'm supposed to be languishing on the bed in a sexy pose, but instead I'm huddled beneath the covers, shivering.  My arms need to be covered and legs for that matter. Unless I'm on a hot beach or a sauna, I need to be covered up, or I'm uncomfortable. The only solution I can think of is to start a new lingerie company. What I'm going to do is buy footsie pj's that cover you in warm, fuzzy material from head to foot, and then cut three circles into them, strategically placed for easy access. He gets to see and touch what he wants to, and I get to be warm. I'm thinking this may be the way I make my millions, assuming there are other women who feel the way I do. I'll try out my new lingerie idea on Jeff, and if it's a hit, a new company will be born, or at least I will have solved my "lingerie is too cold" dilemma .