After my nails were dry, I walked into Dillards and lingerie was right by the entrance. As I sat in the salon, I realised I needed a longer slip. I had a short slip, for the dress, but this skirt is very sheer and really needs a slip. Even sitting in the pedicure chair, I could look down and see my legs easily.
I found the small selection of slips and noticed some floor-length ones. I picked up the leg and it wasn't a slip at all! It was a pants liner! The elusive pants liner! It had three rows of lace, one at the hem and the others a couple of inches above each other. I took one off the rack and held it up to my waist. It was very long.
A woman asked if she could help. I said "no" and then "I do have a question. I've seen pants liners where the bottom comes off easily at the lace. Does this one do that?" She said no, but it could be altered. Instead, I found a slip that was just about the right length ($12.80) and I bought that.
I stepped into the cool, dark, Arizona night and I could hear a herd of teenagers heading toward the mall. My car was between the group and the entrance. There was a mix of boys and girls and they were talking loudly. I was worried for the first time that night but I kept to myself and got to the car about the same time they did. There was no problem, and I returned to my room.
I've been sitting here, writing for the past couple of hours. It is now 11 and I still haven't changed and I want to get out early to meet a woman in Tucson tomorrow!
So I don't know how Saturday went yet, but that will be tomorrow's story.
By the way, I forget if I mentioned it here, or to someone in private, but I'm not very productive when I'm dressed. Tonight, I was. I think Meg is growing up!
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Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
(Cami)sole Searching
I wasn't going to write anything else about camisoles, but I thought of another pun subject, so....
Several years ago, I found out about freecycle from a client. I joined the local group using my "regular" e-mail. I got rid of some items I would have tossed, but I joined mainly as a free clothing source.
The first item I found was a bag of slips and camisoles. There were a few half slips, full slips, and camis, all white or off-white, all silky (but not silk). The slips, unfortunately, were on the long side but I've worn then with longer skirts around the house. I don't get out enough to wear long skirts outside!
Often, freecycle items are left on a doorstep for you to pick up and you never meet the donor. In this case she had to bring them to work and I picked up there, so we met and chatted a bit. This is way before my no more stories epiphany, so I didn't admit they were for me.
Oh... one more detail. She knew who I was.
We never met, but my male e-mail addresses are generally in my full, unusual, male name. She'd seen my name in the newspaper. There's a regular newspaper contest here ~ I'd seen hers as well.
I was pretty nervous, but I thought she already knew I wanted them (but not, of course, for me) so there's no point in canceling the pickup. I did joke about "hoping they'd fit" and she looked me over and decided they should, and I promised I'd re-freecycle them if they didn't.
The regulars in this contest have a closed group. They meet about once a month, and they have big events 2-3 times a year. There's a fairly active listserv too,
She still doesn't know. One person in the group of regular contest entrants sort of knows ~ I've told her, but it's a humour contest and she probably thinks it's a joke. If she asks, I'll make it clear. But she hasn't asked, yet.
You know me by now. I'll probably escalate.
Several years ago, I found out about freecycle from a client. I joined the local group using my "regular" e-mail. I got rid of some items I would have tossed, but I joined mainly as a free clothing source.
The first item I found was a bag of slips and camisoles. There were a few half slips, full slips, and camis, all white or off-white, all silky (but not silk). The slips, unfortunately, were on the long side but I've worn then with longer skirts around the house. I don't get out enough to wear long skirts outside!
Often, freecycle items are left on a doorstep for you to pick up and you never meet the donor. In this case she had to bring them to work and I picked up there, so we met and chatted a bit. This is way before my no more stories epiphany, so I didn't admit they were for me.
Oh... one more detail. She knew who I was.
We never met, but my male e-mail addresses are generally in my full, unusual, male name. She'd seen my name in the newspaper. There's a regular newspaper contest here ~ I'd seen hers as well.
I was pretty nervous, but I thought she already knew I wanted them (but not, of course, for me) so there's no point in canceling the pickup. I did joke about "hoping they'd fit" and she looked me over and decided they should, and I promised I'd re-freecycle them if they didn't.
The regulars in this contest have a closed group. They meet about once a month, and they have big events 2-3 times a year. There's a fairly active listserv too,
She still doesn't know. One person in the group of regular contest entrants sort of knows ~ I've told her, but it's a humour contest and she probably thinks it's a joke. If she asks, I'll make it clear. But she hasn't asked, yet.
You know me by now. I'll probably escalate.
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