Saturday, March 30, 2013
I see nylons and hosiery sold all over the place. They have areas specifically set aside for stockings in department stores. You can spend a heck of a lot of time looking through all the choices. The color options, patterns, styles, and cuts are incredible. Being a very fair woman myself, I prefer to wear hosiery. My legs are simply too light otherwise. I also don't like to go barefoot in my shoes, if I can help it.
The weird thing is, hosiery is a good gift. It isn't simply functional. My husband's bought me quite a lot of it. He loves thigh highs, with or without garter belts. He's even presented me with fishnets. Not that I'd buy them for myself, but I'll gladly wear them for him, if asked.
So you can see why it would seem so strange to have to go to bat for hosiery, especially given the scene and how he watched her removing them. Maybe I should write another scene, this time where the hero asks the heroine to put them on because he loves how silky they feel against his skin too.
Are stockings passe? I think not.