Bloomer

In 1933, four years before his death, Rutherford said, firmly and explicitly, that he didn't believe the energy of the nucleus would ever be released—nine years later, at Chicago, the first pile began to run. That was the only major bloomer in scientific judgment Rutherford ever made.

After 12 successive league wins[…]Charlton were nobbled by the First Division's no-hopers, who profited from a goalkeeping bloomer then held on to their lead for dear life.

She was a late bloomer.

Few garments are so absolutely unbecoming as a belted tunic that reaches to the knees, a fact which I wish some of our Rosalinds would consider when they don doublet and hose; indeed, to the disregard of this artistic principle is due the ugliness, the want of proportion, in the Bloomer costume, a costume which in other respects is sensible.

Unlike other women landing from the steamers, she was neither short-skirted nor bloomer-clad. She was dressed as any woman travelling anywhere would be dressed.

It would have to be smuggled back to Josie’s bloomer drawer. He could persuade her to confirm his other ideas without letting her see that he had read her particularly private correspondence.

“[…] But if the money’s not in your safe, where is it?” Even though they were entirely alone in the massive home, Audrey Adair leaned over and whispered. “In my bloomer drawer, dear. No man would ever look there.[…]”

She shrugged helplessly. But I knew why. Ellen still wore baggy, bloomer-type panties decorated with eyelet. The undies were comfortable, but not stylish. Not acceptable. Not like everyone else’s, and she didn’t want them in plain view.

Bura^([sic – meaning Buru])-sera (“bloomer seller”) stores sell schoolgirls’ worn underpants (for around 5,000 to 8,000 yen per pair). Buru-sera shops […] have operated since the early 1990s, […]

She always kept herself together --nails did, hair done, and always wore a "true lady's" attire. You wouldn't find a thong anywhere in here^([sic – meaning her]) "bloomer" drawer.

That was until one day while washing Roc’s clothes, I found some wack ass cheap bloomer panties. Knowing they were hers and that he still hadn’t let her go, I realized it was the last straw.

She pulled a pair of bloomer panties with white lace around the hems. “Hold on to me.” She didn’t let Jade dress herself. Jade reached for Nanny Marie’s shoulders and gripped her dark gray dress, lifting one leg and then the other as her nanny shuffled the panties up to her waist. They were far too puffy and big for her liking. The lace poked out just slightly from under the dress Jade wore, giving a hint of her panties while making her look child-like.