coping methods, part 1

I was tipped-off by Sara about fun, relatively cheap tights at Winners and decided, if I wanted some, I should haul my bum over ASAP. My size tends to disappear quickly when there's a sale, especially the cute stuff. During lunch today I headed over and scored! Well, sort of scored... There were only two pairs that were both my size and cute, but more than that at one time is probably crazy.

The thing that I find so hilarious about these tights is not the complete gaudiness of them. I mean, they are totally gaudy and I can understand a little why they were on clearance, but to me they're great. They make me laugh when I wear them. The more hilarious thing is the cover images. Super tacky. What was the art director thinking? The brown pair is the most ridiculous. Well, unless the image was attached to an ad for a good time. Open leg poses? Bad idea.

My legs are naturally enormous, the calves meant for a 300-pound football player. They frighten me. They've always been huge, preventing me from enjoying boots that rise above the ankle. The calves in these tights... I'm not sure yet. And I probably won't know until I wear them out since I lack a mirror that will allow me to see anything below my chest. But I don't even care if they look ridiculous because I love them and they make me giggle when I look down at my legs. It's nice to be at the stage in my life where I don't care if I look goofy. Or don't care enough to not wear what I suspect may be goofy.

During packing for the move, I rediscovered some trouser socks/kneehighs that I haven't worn out in public ever. One is a stripey black pair of trouser socks; the other, orange opaque kneehighs. I'm not sure there is anything I own that I can match with them, but it's going to happen this winter. One way or the other. (Honestly, what other way would be the other way? I've never understood the context for that statement.) On the other hand, what was I thinking buying orange kneehighs?!

This week I'm waiting for a package of socks/stockings to arrive in the post from a sock shop in Portland. I had a mini coupon from the last time I ordered socks from them, when 4 of 5 pairs ordered were stolen somewhere between their shop and my mailbox (I suspect it was in the States, since the package has to be sealed at their postal office and the package didn't show any signs of being opened and resealed) and they gave me the coupon since I had to wait an extra month to get the order in full. The pair I'm most excited for is the fleur-de-lis stockings. They should be here any day now. Socks rock.