I never considered buying intimates from a thrift store, but one day I was wondering through Goodwill and suddenly – there it was. Someone else had picked it out and decided against it, leaving it hanging on a shelf full of dishes or some such. It was an old nightgown, about six feet long, bright fuschia, and made of that old Dupont Nylon that feels like olive oil slipping over your fingers. It was soft, heavy and delicious and I had to have it. So I took it home and laundered it and wore it every time it was clean for many years. Since that find I always seek out vintage nightgowns like that, and can normally tell at a glance if the pajama rack has anything interesting.