She’s wearing (gasp) pantyhose?

English: A picture of women's legs in pantyhose

English: A picture of women’s legs in pantyhose (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 I wrote this post in July of 2011.  It’s the most popular post I’ve ever published, still getting views and  comments more than two years later (must have done something right with the old SEO and I didn’t even know it).  I thought I’d share it again for those of you who weren’t around back then…hey, I understand it’s way too much trouble to scroll back through over 600 posts looking for a gem or two.  Anyhow, I’ve seen other bloggers do this and asked myself, “why not?”.  And if you have time, read through some of the comments…I think some people just didn’t get my wonderfully witty musings…but I’ll take the blame for that, I should have been more straightforward…you know, something like “sarcasm ahead”…I’ll remember that in the future.  So…here’s the original, unaltered post:

Okay, I am most definitely not a fashionista.  I don’t follow the trends.   Very rarely, do I even read about fashion.  I would much rather be comfortable than be some kind of fashion icon (uh, yeah, like there’s a chance that’ll ever happen).  So I was quite shocked to see all the buzz about Kate Middleton (you know, the chick that married her prince) wearing pantyhose.  Apparently, pantyhose had become so last year that people were surprised to see a future princess wearing them.  Really?  So  pantyhose went out of vogue while I had my back turned?  How could I have missed this?

I have to admit, I’m not much of a dress wearer…couldn’t actually tell you the last time I wore a dress.  But if something came up and I was forced to wear a dress (and that would have to be a whole lot of force for that to happen), I can’t imagine that I wouldn’t wear pantyhose.  Have you seen how white my legs are?  (Ha, of course you haven’t.)  That would not be a pretty sight with a dress.  I never liked wearing pantyhose.  They’re a struggle to get on, they’re not especially comfortable, you can ruin them in a split second, and you can spend a lot of money on them if you wear them frequently.  However, pantyhose do make your legs look better (and if you’re one of those girls with naturally tan, toned legs…well, just keep your mouth shut, would you?), and I always thought they kind of added the finishing touch to your dressy dresses.   You might ask how someone who is a self-declared fashion idiot could dare to challenge all of the modern fashion mavens, and you’d be right to do so…what do I know?  But now, there is a future princess taking on the fashion elite, bringing pantyhose back in style.  Wait!  Why should that make me happy?  I hate pantyhose.

Perplexing responses to posts

Prince Harry and Kate Middleton at the Garter ...

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I imagine that most of us who have been blogging for a while have come across some replies to our posts that had us shaking our heads.  I had that happen this morning.  Several months ago, I posted about the stir that Kate Middleton created simply by wearing pantyhose…that apparently, while I wasn’t looking, pantyhose had gone out of fashion.

This morning I reread that post, thinking maybe I’d forgotten just what I’d written…the response from a reader today made me wonder if I’d unintentionally insulted women who wear pantyhose…but, after reading the original post, I still don’t see it that way.  I thought my post was poking fun at the fashionistas who were making such a fuss over Kate Middleton’s wearing of pantyhose, that she was somehow committing some kind of fashion faux pas.

This reader didn’t see it the same way tho…his/her comment was…

“If you don’t wear hose, whatever. If another woman does though, why do you dismiss her. Why do you care if she wears? Just like it isn’t her business why you don’t, why is it your business if she does? She’s no more out of date or fashion with her wear than you are with your daily yoga pants self.”

This still makes me smile…my “daily yoga pants self”…I’ve never actually worn yoga pants although they certainly look like they’d be comfy.  And I do find it kind of flattering that people are still reading posts published 5 months ago…At first, I wondered if my writing was unclear…I do tend to use humor and sarcasm and it’s not always easy to convey that in a blog post.  Then I just threw my hands in the air and went upstairs to take off my pantyhose and put on a pair of  yoga pants…

The Royal Wedding

William and Kate shun traditional wedding list...

I was at work today and had an elderly lady come through my line.  She saw a magazine about the royal wedding and was so excited.  She started talking about them (William? and Kate…see, that’s how up to date I am on all of this) like they were part of her family, grandkids or something.  Just because I have very little interest in all of this royal stuff doesn’t mean I didn’t find this lady’s attitude cute…she really was sweet.

I asked her if she was going to watch all of the proceedings.  She acted surprised that I’d even ask such a question.  She said she’d stay up all night to watch it if she had to.  I’m sure I’ll see plenty on the news and online without losing sleep over it.

This got me thinking about Diana and Charles’ wedding.  I did watch that one…back in the day when I still believed in fairy tales, I guess.  The way that all ended serves to remind me that no one really lives a fairy tale existence.  We may go into it thinking we have it all when we marry our prince, move into that castle, and find adoration wherever we go.  But the life we lead away from prying eyes could be devoid of happiness, filled with insecurities and deceit.  We never really know everything about the lives of others…sometimes I don’t even know everything about my own life.

I do know I want to live my life according to my beliefs.  I don’t want to have to worry about what people I don’t even know think about me.  I want to be kind and considerate (and I usually am…hey, I’m human…definitely not a saint), help those who need help, fight for causes in which I believe.  I want to be at peace with myself.  After all, I spend more time with myself than with anyone else.  Being true to myself brings me a measure of contentment.  I may never have everything I want (and really, who does?  The more you get, the more you want, right?), but I do have everything (and more) that I need.  Not a princess, fairy tale kind of life, but all in all, a pretty good life.  I’ll take that!