Wednesday, March 21, 2012

On Wearing Nude Pantyhose

By Jeannie Watt

I found out totally by accident a few weeks ago that wearing nude pantyhose is no longer socially acceptable, which makes me something of a fashion outcast, I guess, since I have drawer full of nude pantyhose and no intention of buying more until those are gone.  

According to the magazine article I read, pantyhose itself is  fine—just not the nude variety. Pantyhose MUST be colored.  Or what? I’m not really certain, but the article hinted  that there would be consequences.

My personal feeling is that pantyhose is never fine, colored or not, but sometimes necessary. It covers a multitude of sins when one is wearing a dress and it allows feet to slide into shoes easily.  But there are problems. Personally, no matter how much I plan in advance, one leg of my pantyhose inevitably goes on backwards, twisting around my thigh and cutting off the circulation at the top of my leg. It usually takes me at least two tries to get both legs on right.  I confess that often when I dress up, I skip the pantyhose and wear a long skirt with knee high hose.  When the wind blows, I’m the woman crossing the parking lot crouched down, holding my skirt just below my knees so my granny hosiery doesn’t show.

Yes, I know this no-nude-hose fashion phase will pass—as did the low-rise jeans that gave me flab in places I never had it before—but it was almost a decade before I could buy jeans with the proper rise. Will the same thing happen to nude pantyhose? Will I have to have colored legs if I want to cover them up? The author of the magazine article suggested that if I wanted a nude color, I should use self-tanner or leg makeup. I, in turn, suggest that whoever wrote that article should get real. Who has time? It's quicker to put on pantyhose twice.

I still have four more years left of the day job, and that means four more years of occasionally struggling into pantyhose—or doing the long-skirt-knee-high-hose-windy-crouch-walk. And I’d very much like to spend those four years wearing whatever color hosiery I want, even if it happens to be nude—which is what I own.

So there, fashion police. Bring it on.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

by Cathryn Parry

A few years back, my mom and I decided to take a mother-daughter trip to Ireland, mainly to visit the small villages where her grandparents had emigrated from.
Tiny Car
We flew into Shannon airport and rented a golf-cart-sized car to zip around the country in.  Ireland drives on “the wrong side of the road” from us, so we had a few nail-biting moments (and later on, laughs) whenever we approached a roundabout.

The first stop was the scenic Dingle peninsula in the southwest of Ireland.  The scenery was stunning, and we felt like we were visiting “old Ireland.”

Next we drove to County Cork and stayed for several days, mainly researching our ancestors.  This is where we visited the two country villages where my mom’s people had lived prior to leaving for Boston.  Both families left together, three generations in all, in the early 1880’s.  The innkeeper we stayed with helped us research; we discovered that likely, their landlords had paid them to emigrate during a drought year, rather than staying on and being unable to pay their rent.

Blarney Stone
While we were in County Cork, we visited Blarney Castle.  Here is what it looks like when you kiss the Blarney Stone:

Later, we toured the Waterford Factory (that was Mom’s choice), and the Cliffs of Moher (mine).  We ended the week near Bunratty Castle, with a pint of Guinness at the pub.
Cathryn and Mom in Ireland
Are you in the mood for St. Patrick’s Day this weekend?  We are!  And if you’ve ever taken a special mother-daughter trip, please share.  I’d love to hear about it.
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