a woman needs
Although I’ve been railing about the excess of animal prints in fashion, for how many years now, I do like a little pussy cat in my life. And because tights are a part of my winter “look,” leopard tights are a logical addition.
As far as sustainability goes, here’s what the people at Swedish Stockings say:
“We create our pantyhose from both pre and post-consumer nylon waste. The production process is a lot less harmful to the environment than traditional nylon production and we are consistently looking for innovative and cleaner ways to produce – conserving or reusing water, decreasing emissions, reducing and recycling waste.”
I’m going back to Latvia for three weeks, flying in on Christmas Eve. For some unfathomable reason, I can’t remember why I chose this, we’re staying in a fifth floor walk-up. Why this apartment?
Aesthetics of course. The apartment has a killer view, looking out over one of the old churches of Rīga.
I’ll be in good shape when I return home.
“Home” has always been a problematic term for me. I’ve lived in many places and never felt fully “at home,” in any of them. Home, mostly is very immediate for me: the street that I’m currently walking, my house, my apartment, my personal space is home.
I used to say that I felt at home everywhere and nowhere.
These days though, I have found that I feel most at home in Latvia. Perhaps the “brainwashing” my generation of Latvians was subjected to really worked. Although we were proud Canadians, Australians, Germans, and Americans, we were hyphenated, e.g. Latvian-American, and home was always “over there.”
Unlike on other vacations, I think I might try to blog more frequently while in Rīga. I’d like to document the experience, post pictures, give impressions, that kind of thing. A kind of “travelogue.”
“When I hit thirteen back in 1970, my mom told me that I should start thinking about marriage because a mate would offer me support. She made a husband sound like a underwire bra. He would help to rein me in and keep me in control, sort of like a girdle. With luck, he’d assist in smoothing out my imperfections like a slip. Men, from my mother’s perspective, were basically one big foundation garment—something every girl needed once her secondary sex kicked in. You wouldn’t want to walk down the street without one.”
“A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle.”
—Irina Patsi Dunn