Christine's New Chapter

I wore both today to work. The heels (the fabulous red ones I bought earlier this week) were higher than I've gotten used to lately, so I was grateful I had a desk job and it reminded me WHY I used to wear heels like that in my younger days.

Yes. Desk job. Walking back from lunch in Westwood was never very fun, but then I'd get to sit for four hours so...eh.

Anyway. Pantyhose. Haven't worn those in eons. I actually think the last time I did was in the last century...right, pantyhose. I bought some in last week's raid on Macy's (where I first found those fabulous red shoes). Today I put them on.

Okay. First of all, pantyhose, as I've always said, are the gods' way of laughing at women. Fiendish things they are (and don't get me started on Spanx). Since I come from a dance background, I have certain standards. (Which means, being short and thin, I used to wear my tights just below my bust because that's where they fit. Okay?) These standards carried on into pantyhose wearing, until I completely forgot about them since - hey - I wasn't WEARING the damn things.

So imagine my surprise at the fact that today, after my Herculean struggle to put on the damn things, after sliding into my cute new red shoes and getting to work, my pantyhose rolled down to my hipbones while I sat at my desk.

WTF??? Okay, they only went to my waist to begin with, but my HIPBONES??? (Well, hips. I'm sure there are bones in there, somewhere.) Obviously I need the next size up. That waistband needs to be in the vicinity of right under my bust. Sigh...maybe two sizes up.

Or, if Hanes ever puts out the color of thigh highs I like again, I could just dispense with the "panty" part of hose all together and wear thigh highs. Which if I remember rightly is what I'd segued into in the 1990's.

Ah, nostalgia...I can't believe I'm reliving my heels and hose days. But you know what? As I dealt with all the - ahem - "issues" - from customers at work, my heels and hose empowered me.

Guys, take it from me. Don't underestimate a woman wearing heels and hose. She's gone through a lot just to get dressed, and she's more than ready to Take You Down. Or Get The Job Done - whichever makes the most sense at the time.

Christine's New Chapter Never look down... DEMON SOUL was released in MARCH, 2011 by Crescent Moon Press. DEMON HUNT will most likely be released 2012. This, then, is my new reality! The tumor has been removed and I'm recovering, so now it's all about the writing...and dealing with the writing.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (5) Share on Facebook		2009-10-28 8:24 PM Heels and Hose I wore both today to work. The heels (the fabulous red ones I bought earlier this week) were higher than I've gotten used to lately, so I was grateful I had a desk job and it reminded me WHY I used to wear heels like that in my younger days. Yes. Desk job. Walking back from lunch in Westwood was never very fun, but then I'd get to sit for four hours so...eh. Anyway. Pantyhose. Haven't worn those in eons. I actually think the last time I did was in the last century...right, pantyhose. I bought some in last week's raid on Macy's (where I first found those fabulous red shoes). Today I put them on. Okay. First of all, pantyhose, as I've always said, are the gods' way of laughing at women. Fiendish things they are (and don't get me started on Spanx). Since I come from a dance background, I have certain standards. (Which means, being short and thin, I used to wear my tights just below my bust because that's where they fit. Okay?) These standards carried on into pantyhose wearing, until I completely forgot about them since - hey - I wasn't WEARING the damn things. So imagine my surprise at the fact that today, after my Herculean struggle to put on the damn things, after sliding into my cute new red shoes and getting to work, my pantyhose rolled down to my hipbones while I sat at my desk. WTF??? Okay, they only went to my waist to begin with, but my HIPBONES??? (Well, hips. I'm sure there are bones in there, somewhere.) Obviously I need the next size up. That waistband needs to be in the vicinity of right under my bust. Sigh...maybe two sizes up. Or, if Hanes ever puts out the color of thigh highs I like again, I could just dispense with the "panty" part of hose all together and wear thigh highs. Which if I remember rightly is what I'd segued into in the 1990's. Ah, nostalgia...I can't believe I'm reliving my heels and hose days. But you know what? As I dealt with all the - ahem - "issues" - from customers at work, my heels and hose empowered me. Guys, take it from me. Don't underestimate a woman wearing heels and hose. She's gone through a lot just to get dressed, and she's more than ready to Take You Down. Or Get The Job Done - whichever makes the most sense at the time. Read/Post Comments (5) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top