My new clothes arrived last night, so today I wore a cute outfit that included tights and my new black twill skirt.
Sadly, I did not realize until I was halfway to the bus stop that the twill skirt clings with great ardor to my black cotton tights. So all day my skirt would cling and then ride up my legs as I walked along; every little while I would stop and do a little dance so that my skirt would fall back down.
Pretty funny. I think I will go shopping for more half-slips this weekend.
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I feel like a fifty-year-old lady when I wear my half-slip but walking around the office with my skirt around my ass cured me of that.
Yeah, I still smell Grandma's talcum powder when I'm pulling on my slip. But at least I don't have to wear her girdle, which had elastic everywhere and evoked vaguely medical feelings of unease.
Static cling sucks, but I am very excited about your new cute outfits. Plus, I love the word "twill". Apropos of your next entry: I hate the word "pantyhose". The image of you sitting behind a desk with your bloody legs lying detached on the floor has got me giggling.
Well, I'm glad you find it funny, Tiffky! Yes, pantyhose is a horrible word which takes something that is an underlayer but not an intimate layer and attaches intimacy to it. Can I just add that they are NOT actually pantyhose because panties are worn underneath. It's not like I'm naked under the pantyhose (aside from the truism that beneath our clothes we are all naked)
Twill is good to rhyme with.
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