From an early age I was besotted by my mother's silk stockings.
On road trips I'd position myself 'just so' in the little cavity beneath the glove box and run my hand up and down her stockinged calves until sleep came.
I could hardly wait for my very own pair!
Lordy, reaching that milestone made me feel like 100 bucks!
Never mind that my nerdy 14-y/o self wobbled like crazy in my first hose- n'-heels get-up.
To complete the ensemble, certain accessories were in order.
To the best of my knowledge, no-one I knew was permitted to own one of these.
An appraising once over ... a nod ... then old Mrs. Benner would pull open a narrow drawer and carefully present a tissue-wrapped GIRDLE for inspection.
I was mesmerized.
While I've difficulty recalling the advent of pantyhose, I soon became addicted. I loved the way they kept my legs cool in the summer, and toasty warm in the winter. I even wore them under blue jeans!
Fast-forward to 2002. July, to be exact ...my introduction to Phoenix:
Clad in a navy business suit, nylons and heels, I must have been quite an apparition out there on the interview circuit.
(Those familiar with our 110-degree summer days and super-casual business attire may well be laughing aloud.)
Loathe to change my stripes, I continued to wear 'panty-nylons' (DH's term) for another few years before caving.
Imagine my surprise last Fall, when I happened on an old piece of luggage containing two dozen pair of L'eggs! Woo-hoo!
Unfortunately, I'd quite forgotten the art of putting them on!
Then came the ugly realization I was trying to squeeze 20 pounds that weren't there before into the unforgiving silk. Yes, I hopped up and down.
.....And yes, I swear those darn dogs were giggling.
'Casual' is all well and good -- but I can't help feeling better about myself in heels and hose.
Ladies, are nylons still in vogue in your part of the country?
How about the fellows?
.... Do you care one way or another?
As always, hugs from Phoenix!