There is nothing sadder in the whole world than having stashes of gorgeous,lacy black lingerie, saved up for a long-awaited occasion that never seems toarrive. There is a deep reluctance to ferret out any of it merely for daily use.And on the rare occasions you wear some, entertaining possibilities, perhaps alate night out -- when you wash it and carefully put it back (in the cornerreserved for pretty foreign lingerie, not to be trespassed upon by the daily,sensible, unlacy stuff), it is always with shoulders bowed with defeat.