“Gosh, Mrs. Robinson, those sure look uncomfy.”
I’d like to talk about something that has been an irritant since I was 12 and no longer young enough to wear tights. They’re called pantyhose.
I’m bringing this up because I went to find a new pair at Target yesterday. The first thing I saw was their “Assets” brand, which consists of overpriced hose masquerading as the ONLY brand they sell. Neatly hanging in enticing rows with chic artwork on the packages, Target appears to be very proud of these ridiculously expensive undergarments.
Not to be sucked into spending $16.00 on an item that I will ruin after one wearing, I went to find the Leggs stand.
Target punishes women who want to buy the cheaper brand by placing the Leggs display in an inconvenient corner. They further deter a purchase by strategically messing up the entire display with no apparent organization of the sizes, colors and types. A size Q off-black pair can be side by side with a size A suntan. Do you want control top? You’ll have to shove aside all of the Silken Mist and attempt to reach to the back to search. It’s beyond inconvenient.
I meant what I said when I refuse to purchase something that I will ruin almost immediately. If I get three wearings out of a pair of hose, I consider that a personal success. I will inevitably hit my leg on something that will snag them, put my finger through the hose while trying in vain to put them on or find a run while doing absolutely nothing. Did your hose ever have a collision in the washing machine with a velcro item? It’s not pretty.
It’s a conspiracy, I swear it.
Do you recognize the movie picture above? If you’re too young to remember seeing The Graduate, then you probably don’t wear hose. I’ve been told that 20 something crowd has shunned them.
In the meantime, I’ll just take my support hose and deal with it. Assets indeed.