Bloomers are quite likely the most ridiculous article of lolita clothing that there is.
Well, except for cake hats.
But here you are with something halfway between shorts and panties, with a puffy bottom and elasticated waist and little bits of lace flaring out around your thighs. It normally goes unseen by anybody except you, and if it is seen, then it might mean that you forgot to put on your skirt this morning. It’s not sexy, it serves no purpose other than to keep everything inside your giant dome of a skirt well protected, and allowing them to be glimpsed by the uninitiated could potentially lead to embarrassing questions.
I have heard some naysayers even suggest that bloomers are unnecessary.
Blasphemy.
I love bloomers, in all their ridiculous glory. In winter, they offer extra insulation for those days when no blizzard will keep you from your frills. In summer, they prevent the highly uncomfortable situation of your sweaty thighs sticking together. They offer just the right amount of poof under a skirt without a petticoat. They preserve a lady’s modesty. And they just look really darned cute.
I have nothing deep to say in this post. I just like bloomers.
I declare today to be Bloomer Appreciation Day. Tell your bloomers how much you care.
