To ask what your judgy pants look like?

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I've always imagined judgy pants as big granny pants, probably with embroidery around the elastic, but DP insists that truly judgy pants would have to be a thong, to provide the requisite arse-floss-wedgie judgy face.

Please, help us settle this domestic dispute by pegging (a description of) your own judgy pants on the line.

Mine would be the large black cotton pants you get in M&S in a 5 pack. The type I may have bought for my birthing bag.

Of course having children made me see the world in a quite different way and it takes a lot to hoik them these days. But when I do there'll be a ton of material in the wedgie position.

Ooh, pointy fingers attached, nice.

I was wondering about pinstripe, with a little gavel tucked into the waistband.

Mine are grey and knitted. And so high they come with shoulder straps.

Mine are knitted. I can pull them up so far they knot above my head and have eye holes.

Mine are red velvet, trimmed in ermine.

Mine are like the grey oversized y-fronts Steve Bell drew for John Major...

Sadly, judgey pants have been turned into something foul for me, as Miley Cyrus hoiks for celebrity and the attention of the daily Wail.

Full brief, plenty of vpl (so you know I am wearing them), yellow and purple (UKIP colours)

The only pant for me is a packet of 3 high leg pant from Tesco. Little bit sad but comfort over style.

These are mine. Aren't they fine?

This

my judgy pants are so comfortable and flattering I don't realise I am wearing them... until I get so judgy and agitated that the motion causes the "La mode des Judgy-Ones" label on the side to irritate me me and i think.....
Oh yes, seem to be wearing those judgy pants...AGAIN

(apologies for horrendous sentence structure, it was a kind of stream of consciousness)

Judgy-pants are giant beige support knickers that slide up your buttocks and into your arse crack when you pull them right up to your bosom. They have very thick elastic and have nothing frivolous about them whatsoever.

mine are big pale blue granny pants with tiny flowers on, similar to Mrs Winnibago's but in a far less vibrant colours as knickers shouldn't be that exciting

I wear these on playdates just in case I meet any little Tylers or Chardonnays.

mine are that mucky pinky beige coloured cotton with little patterns in the weave, they are highly elasticated and pull up to the armpits.

mine are more like a black slinky thong as I thoroughly approve of all things (and people) slightly mischievous and naughty, within reason.

Granny pants - not in my drawer.

These are mine. No hoiking needed, they are already in my armpits.

Mine are impeccably creased black trousers too. Otherwise they would be judgey panties

I imagine trousers. Close fitting with elastane, in a fawn/beige colour. To be worn with white T shirt and camel coloured cashmere cardigan.

And pearls, of course!

Like the organised and efficient wimmin that I am not, I have 3 pairs - one to wear, one to wash and a spare. They are pale blue verging on fading grey due to frequent washing, and the elastic sags so that I have to hoik at regular intervals. Come to think of it, fading grey and saggy rather sums up the wearer too. Clearly I have become my pants and my pants become me.

I am ever so slightly envious of the OP. Mr Basketz and I have had one or two conversations about JudgyPants, but I can state without a shadow of a doubt he doesn't really get the concept. Should I LTB?

In fairness (I'm Posy's partner and don't tend to hang about on here nearly as much as she does) I thought it was judgy knickers and had in mind the sort of lacy little numbers that look nice, but get intensely irritating after half a day.

Having read this thread, I feel the need to get busy with the sewing machine and make her a pair of substantial pinstripe pants, possibly with a white horsehair trim...

Mine are greying (previously white) elasticated armpit huggers. Slightly thin in places from the over stretched result of the hoiking.

Mine are denim, very high waisted and maternity, so that I can tuck my boobs in.