I got my first pair of nylon stockings as a part of my Christmas present from my Mother. I was so excited. You see, what it really meant was that my Mum now thought I was grown up enough to use nylon stockings instead of socks. It was a big moment in my life.
The other parts of my present that year from my Mum was a lipstick (very pale pink), some nail polish (also pale pink) and a nice dressing table (vanity table) set of brush, comb and hand-held mirror. Which, by the way, I still have and use today. The bristles in the hair brush are pigs bristle and quite expensive to buy today.
Here in Australia, Christmas always falls in the summer time and the day after Christmas, Boxing Day, we always went to the coast for our annual holiday. But this year for the first time, I had a pair of nylon stockings to wear to the dances that we used to go to every night. I felt so grown up and as chuffed as a rat with a gold tooth.
I will never forget putting my first ever pair of nylon stockings on for the first time. My Mum came and showed me how to roll the nylon stocking down between my thumb and fingers to the toes so I could just slip the stocking gently around and over my toes, and use my thumb and fingers to roll them up to my suspender belt.
I already had a suspender belt from having to wear those brown seamed stockings in the New England winter and gee whiz, they were uncomfortable. They never seemed to stay in one place and the suspender belt used to slip around and hobble me something terrible. But I guess young ladies weren’t meant to play soccer in stockings so that was probably why they were so uncomfortable.
But these new, as yet un-laddered, nylon stockings made me feel so grown up and attractive. And my Mum made me feel so good because she kept telling me that she was proud of me and how nice I looked. And my new pale pink lipstick and nail polish was just the icing on the cake.
Without my Mum there as my stockings Teacher showing me how to care and adjust my nylon stockings to be comfortable, I may not have ever made it to the dance in a pair of un-laddered stockings. She taught me how to grow into my new nylon stockings and feel proud of how they made me look.
Warm Regards,
Jan
