Geraden likes when someone writes on his blog. Despite my bad English, writing is for me an important means of existence..
Yesterday we had a party. I filled my stomach with good food and lot of wine, and now my head is totally empty. This time I have nothing profoundly philosophical to say. Let’s sum up this week seen from the tights point of view.
A week ago I applied for membership to the MSN group 'Members if LAUF'. I haven’t got a reply yet, but I still live in the hope of acceptance.
The week started with freezing cold, -25 Celsius degrees. While walking the dog and travelling to work I was wearing two pairs of tights in layers, sheers underneath and opaques above. When arrived to the office I just undressed the opaques. Very practical.
My lovely wife, Mrs Kaj, invited her friends, seven ladies and members of a literature circle to a meeting at our place. Mrs. Kaj asked me kindly to make a small dinner for the gang (Mrs Kaj hates cooking). I agreed. When the ladies arrived I was of course wearing my ordinary uniform, shorts and socks with tights. To my disappointment nobody noticed anything, not even a stolen glance or the slightest admiring or ironical comment. Next time I wear something else, more visible than suntan coloured sheers.
I have picked up and downloaded from Internet a vast amount of pictures of tights related works of art; mainly modern or contemporary. There has to be thousands and thousands of paintings, drawings, installations, collages, videos, performances and of course photos either depicting tights in different constellations or works using tights as medium. It is not so easy to find them, they are nested so deeply on the Internet, but they are lurking there somewhere. Geraden and I have plans to upload a new picture gallery, or art gallery. But the copyright matters might be an obstacle. Maybe a kind letter to each artist would help: ‘Dear Artist, We are a group of tights wearing men…’ Hmmm… Not very convincing.
For some days ago I made friend to the brave tights wearer Eugene on MySpace. http://profile.myspace.com/kaj61
On Friday I went to Stockmanns, the largest department store in Helsinki, to buy two pairs of tights to my daughter. After a couple of weeks she will participate at a convent ball and she is preparing her outfit very carefully. The vendor, a young lady who knows me well from before, wondered why I hadn’t visited the store for a while and asked if I had abandoned tights. I ensured her that I will never abandon neither tights nor the excellent hosiery department at Stockmanns.
On the same afternoon I was tying my shoe strings and had of course to lean forward. At he same time I turned my back and my bottom to my dear colleague Miss. I. The pose revealed my tights and made them very visible at the back. The young Miss I. grabbed the waistband, stretched and released it with a smack. ‘Oh, you are wearing nude tights’, she laughed teasingly. I turned around, looked in her eyes and replied: ‘They are not nude, they are suntans, and there is a huge difference.’
Yesterday we arranged a small dinner for my brother and sister-in-law and their family. Mrs. Kaj made a comment to my outfit saying that the first thing I do when I arrive at home from the work is to switch my pants to shorts and tights. She is completely right. According to her story ‘Kaj has learned this dress code from Geraden, his British tights friend, with whom he shares the same interest and passion to tights.’ That was not true, but I didn’t bother to correct her. Geraden may have the credits.
Happy Sunday,
Kaj
Hi Kaj.
Hey, guy.
In you wikipedia article you wrote absolutely nothing about production of
men tights in Germany in 60x-70x. That is too bad. Your story puts wrong
impression like world was created yesterday. Even Bible tells that it was
existing quite a while.
Personally I like cotton tights for men. And what? Again nothing?