Listening to: You are the Sun, You are the Rain
Thought for the day: “Women want men, careers, money, children, friends, luxury, comfort, independence, freedom, respect, love, and a three-dollar pantyhose that won’t run.” ~Phyllis Diller (RIP)
I wore a dress to work today which isn’t exactly a miraculous occurrence. I wear dresses/skirts a lot. I never wear pantyhose. In the winter I wear tights, but never pantyhose. I HATE PANYTHOSE. I know the Queen would not be amused, but I’m so out of touch with the rest of the working world that I have no clue if going pantyhose-less is a huge faux pas or not. It isn’t where I work which is quite odd since DuPont invented Nylon, the bad boy that kicked silk stockings to the curb.
This morning, my bare legs and I ended up in a meeting. I had plenty of time to observe their condition. My stems are currently a wreck from the battle I had with the holly tree a scant two weeks ago. The scratches might as well be in neon they are so ugly. Being from the era when stockings, gloves, and hats were a requirement for a public outing, both of my grandmothers would probably be appalled by my lackadaisical approach to baring my legs in a proper public place. I’m not. Appalled that is.
Oddly enough, I stumbled across this ad in a 1954 DuPont employee magazine a few hours after I had the pantyhose diatribe in my head. I felt kind of guilty after seeing it. Basically it boils down to this: I am among the throngs of women who denounce the wearing of pantyhose. We can be blamed for people losing their jobs.
Okay, I’m done with my guilt. Whew.