I wore a skirt to work today, on account of the “After Memorial Day” rule. Between Memorial Day and Labor Day ladies here are allowed to go sans nylons and wear open toed shoes. (I guess the guys could wear open-toed shoes too, but you just don’t see a lot of men’s open toed dress shoes. I guess there isn’t much of a market for it.) When the “After Memorial Day” rule is not in effect, I wear dress slacks with trouser socks. I could wear a skirt but I would have to wear nylons because, well, trouser socks just wouldn’t work. I hate nylons. Unless it’s for a good cause, like a winter wedding or a dinner honoring Mother Theresa, I will not wear them. You could not pay me enough to wrastle those evil things up around my thighs.

So anyway, when I put on my skirt this morning I discovered how pasty white my skin is. The lights were dim in the bedroom and all I could see were those legs, like light sabers shining through the darkness. I had thoughts of ditching the skirt and going back to slacks but then I decided that no, I would not be ashamed, I would embrace the pale! Power to the powder people!