Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Getting Hosed....


I have a love/hate relationship with pantyhose. I love to wear them because they keep my legs warm (which in turn prevents the hair on my legs from growing when they get cold...it's true). I'm also pale-skinned so they make my legs look a bit better when wearing business clothing for work, and they prevent my thighs from sticking together (gross)! What I hate about hose is that it's hard to find a "natural" color so it sometimes looks like I jumped in the tanning bed and only got my legs. I also hate that any slight movement, bump or worse...when I pull them up... I get a damn run in them!  You would think that after 50 years of hosiery making that the powers that be can make a panty hose that will not run - or at least run after the 10th use and not on the first! In the past 2 days I have run two brand new pairs of hose!! AND the kicker is that they cost 3 times the cost of a gallon of gasoline! That, my friends, is no lie and it sure does suck!

Now, I could easily solve the hose issue by wearing pants to work. True...true. But I've always felt more comfortable in a skirt or dress. I feel more ...feminine in skirts and dresses. Plus, I'm vertically challenged so finding dress pants that are the right length for me is just impossible!

I know what you are thinking....solve the problem and just ditch the hose altogether or stop whining about it. (Didn't think I heard you right??). Well, going bare-legged at 45'ish, in the winter months, is not a pretty sight on some people and I happen to be one of them! My legs get blotchy, nics from daily shaving, and pasty from lack of sun. Bleck! Bleck! And double Bleck!!!

Okay...that's my rant and post for the day. I need to 'run' (get it?) and see if I can find some clear nail polish in my car to fix the run in my black hose before it makes it to my knee and in plain sight!

Peace!

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