“The most becoming lengths for skirts falls within an inch and one-half an inch between the bottom of the kneecap and the top of the calf. The kneecap is not the most alluring part of the female anatomy and should be covered in most occasions” Arlene Dahl, Always Ask a Man
The hardest thing so far has been not wearing pajama pants. I have a romantic satin Victoria’s Secret nightshirt, but with no pajama pants, I can’t exactly lounge around downstairs with my Father-in-Law there. I stayed warm between two fluffy blankets, but when I got up in the night, by the time I got back to bed, my knees were chilled to the touch.
Did I forget to mention I live in upstate NY?
Yesterday was the 60’s, so today I decided that I was Veronica Corningstone and decided to wear my soft blue wrap sweaterdress. With it I wore stained-glass patterned tights, shoes like Velma Kelly’s in Chicago and a beret.
A word about patterned tights–I’ve been rocking them for well over a decade. Back before you could get them at Claires, and only goth chicks wore stripes. My sister Shaun went to NYU, so when I went to visit, she would take me to the Sockman on St. Mark’s to stock up. Polka dots, pinstripes, wild blotches of color, bright red fishnets. For fancy occasions I had black silk thigh-highs with the seam up the back. I wore these tights with a pleated skirt (that, for the record, still fits) and a sweater, because there’s this thing called the late 90’s, and it’s going to be around forever.
However, the problem with wearing nylons is that your ankles get cold. No other part, just ankles. And cold ankles are a unique sort of misery. I wouldn’t recommend them.