I didn't get it posted yesterday because my lunch plans turned into an expedition to Minnehaha Falls, and going with the
I had a bad hosiery experience Saturday morning (not catastrophic: it was while I was still home and could just put on different interesting stockings, which I did). I whined to more than one person about it. The tights in question claimed they went down to 4'11" and 100#, and I'm a fair bit bigger than that, and yet the tights did not touch my ankles for a good inch or two around the ankle. They were a baggy tube. Not really the look I was going for, but they were expensive tights (Dayton's, not my usual Target stuff), and I don't really want to throw them away, but I also don't know how to go around to my friends going, "Hey, um, are you in the size range for these tights but thicker-ankled than me?" I am not twig-legged. I am Norwegian. Even the skinniest Norwegians have these weird things in their legs called muscles. So I don't know who these were made for. I think the tights are going to some charity. Maybe
Anyway, I dressed myself this weekend on the theory that if half my clothing has to be black (because I hate pastels), I'm at least going to have good jewelry and stockings. I was surprised at how much people notice cool stockings. Two of the three necklaces I wore were
I'm going to go discuss the vital question of who fetches the pizza with