Today I was out walking in the town where Mom's nursing home is located. My attire was simple...a ladies' pastel blue polo (untucked), tan pocketless (and rather short) shorts with a 3" inseam, taupe pantyhose, my brown clogs, with no makeup, jewelry or purse, simply carrying my phone and car keys.
From the archives, these shorts, with different shoes and blouse, and no purse:
A lady and her male friend were walking behind me in a nearby park (I could hear their footsteps as they approached at a slightly faster speed). But it's a decent area...so no safety worries. As they drew up alongside me, the lady looked over and said "excuse me, Ma'am, but are those dance tights you're wearing?"
Wow, here I am, with no way to escape having a legitimate discussion with a lady about my pantyhose, and her boyfriend/husband/significant other is right there beside her. I put my voice up a few octaves, hoping it wouldn't crack. "Thanks for the compliment, hon, but no, they're just sheer pantyhose." "As good as those look on you, I need to start wearing them when I exercise...are they comfortable?" "Yes, Ma'am, very comfortable - they fit like a dream." "Where did you get them, if I might ask?" "They're 'Just My Style' day sheers, and you can find them at Justmysize.com. Maybe other places on line, too. I hope when you get them, you enjoy wearing them as much as I do." "I'm sure I will - your legs look wonderful. Thanks, for the info, Ma'am." "Thank you for the kind words, Ma'am."
The male with her just kept on walking straight ahead...and didn't so much as look to either side. You could almost hear him thinking: "OMG - women and their girl talk...I really don't care where they buy their pantyhose."
While there haven't been many Mandy moments lately, this one really made my day...or week...or maybe month. Can't wait for the next moment!