Now not only have I kicked my pumps and heels to the curb, but control top pantyhose are now dead to me as well. I will catch up with the rest of fashion civilization and wear this wondrous gatekeeper of The Muffintop called Spanx. So thank you all for the wonderful suggestion!
Because of the whole control top pantyhose debacle, I was reminded of the time that I had just moved from Texas to Los Angeles. I met up with some dear friends at Santa Monica beach, and they took great pride in mocking me because I was wearing pantyhose. And boots. To the beach. So I showed them. I took them off. On the beach. (Photos and fashions courtesy of 1988.)
You had to know that someone would end up wearing my pantyhose on their head.
Which is something that I would never ever dream of doing myself.
I wonder how many posts I’ve been able to work that particular shining moment in blogging history into. By my count, I think about 5. But the year is young.
In other news, we made the journey to Animal Kingdom today. For the last 3 weeks, we’ve been studying Africa in My Father’s World, so we called the day a field trip. We made sure to take the jeep ride through the African Savannah on a safari. The highlight for me came when we spotted a couple of lions, perched on a hillside. And not far from them, was a tree full of vultures. Waiting for lunch. I was just certain that footage of a hapless tourist who wandered too close to the lions was going to be the next You Tube video to go viral. And I would be responsible. For the footage.
Alas, there was no carnage. Pity.
We also took a walking tour, wherein we were able to watch an enormous gorilla in his natural habitat. From behind the safety of a 5 inch thick glass wall. On our way there, we had the pleasure of viewing some other native wildlife.
This frog was as big as my head. My hair is still standing on end. Not even the gaggle of man eating crocodiles that I spotted on the safari had that affect on me.
The study of Africa is going to be a hard one to top. Next week we venture into Saudi Arabia, wherein our field trips will likely be relegated to the gas station. Or maybe since this is Florida, I will find a large sand dune somewhere.
But it’s just nearly impossible to get the sand out of a good pair of pantyhose… 🙂