Recently, for example, a lovely blogger-friend sent me nail-polish in a color I'd never choose for myself. I didn't think it suited me. But, bored with my normal hues, I tried it on -- and every day since then, I've been beeming with a huge smile. I love it! So pretty and so energizing. My friend opened the door to a sunny emotional landscape.
A similar thing happened yesterday. My friend Jessica is not only a lover of vintage lingerie, she's a collector and connoisseur of such finery. After chatting with me for days about my enthusiasm for stockings, Jessica generously decided to share some of her vintage pieces with me. They just arrived. You can see them in the pictures below.
My first memory of wanting to be female is about stockings. I was three years old and I saw a pair of my mother's pantyhose lying on a bed. I touched them and felt instant joy. I wanted to put them on and be a girl. Later, when I was 8 years old, I acquired my own pair of pantyhose and kept them buried in a coffee-can in our backyard; I retrieved them when I was left alone and played with them in secret. I wrote a paean to pantyhose on my blog a year ago.
My new interest in vintage fashion merges nicely with my old passion for stockings. Jessica sent me a pair of authentic "Fully Fashioned Stockings" which, as I've noted before, were the first type made. Their material doesn't stretch, so sizing is important. The seams running down the back are not decorative; they function as a place to join the material in their manufacture.
Do vintage clothing and lingerie interest you?
Have your friends turned you on to anything else fun lately?