sticky stuff

 My west coast brother has informed me that today is "National Static Electricity Day."  He then informed me that Ace, his cat, does not like static electricity.  I told my brother that Ace would probably not dislike the day so much if my brother would stop rubbing him on the carpet and then hanging him from the ceiling.  But seriously, he would never do that to Ace.  At least he would only do it once.  Ace does still have all his claws.  

I am showing my age here, but do you remember when clothes, especially the nylon bits, would come out of the dryer, if you had an electric dryer, clinging together like a stubborn wad of Saran Wrap?  I started wondering why this doesn't happen to me anymore.  Then I realized that I don't wear skirts or dresses these days.  In the olden days, when I was young, way back in the 1950s and 60s, girls were required to wear skirts to school and skirts necessitated slips.  No well dressed girl would go to school without a slip under her skirt.  

Even in college I was required to wear skirts or dresses because I worked in the library.  On the other hand, I was an art student, so if I was working in a studio, with clay for example, I could wear jeans.  Such freedom. 

I knew the times were changing when my dear mother-in-law bought her first pant suit.  She was in her seventies, and it was navy blue of course, but still quite a step forward.

My wardrobe has evolved over the years to be almost exclusively made up of pants, dressy or jeans, and various tops like sweaters and sweatshirts.  When I was working in real estate I wore lots of blazers. I'm sure you remember those gold colored Century 21 blazers.  Almost always with pants.  

This was so much my standard outfit that when my daughter got married and I asked her what I should wear for the wedding she said "anything but a blazer."  I bought the last floor length skirt I ever bought, that is until two years ago when my wonder spouse and I got married.  For our wedding I wore a floor length gold lame dress (no static there), and I looked pretty good if I do say so myself.

That was fun, but these days I'm living a skirt free, static free life.  Oh happy comfy days.