“Oh my god…hey…where have you been?”
These are the sentiments that bubbled in my brain as I casually and recently pulled on a pair of thigh high stockings. The “where have you been” was me talking to myself at age 17 when I wore thigh highs, much like people wear underwear—almost daily. It was in my early years that I put a lot of work into my looks and wore vintage pumps, garter belts, swing skirts and tight sweaters. I loved the ’50s era and dreamed of perfecting Marilyn Monroe’s inimitable signature facial moves complete with bedroom eyes and flirty little nose twitch. No, really, I had a dream that she visited me from the grave and taught me her tricks. In the end, and in front of the mirror after waking up, this beak just didn’t have flirt.