I was never really a lingerie cliche when it came to women-wearing-cotton after getting married/having kids because I never really got into the lacy thing to begin with. There was no sexy-to-shlumpy transition as it is the one category for me where comfort always trumps style. And I will admit that I’ve hit rock bottom in American Apparel for day and Jon’s old baseball tees for night, but what can I say. Shit happens. My one sexy exception-and this is a look I still rock-is choosing a super stylish bra when a) wearing a sheer blouse or b) the bra strap is “accidentally” showing. So I guess you can say, when it’s exposed, it’s worthy. Now that’s a look I can get behind. Below, a new find from an old friend.