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To: Rambi who wrote (52235)6/14/2000 10:55:00 AM
From: MulhollandDrive  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 71178
 
>>I have never seen a woman lose underwear that she did not intend to lose. Perhaps I have been insufficiently
observant.<<

I would have to imagine that is true, however, I once inadvertently lost the top to my bikini . It wouldn't have been so bad, except I was 15 at the time and um, something of a late bloomer, I was learning how to water ski, and when I came out of the water, my top "popped off"....I immediately let go of the ski rope, sank into the water, in a frenetic search for falsies...Fortunately they floated.



To: Rambi who wrote (52235)6/14/2000 11:36:00 AM
From: Gauguin  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 71178
 
It is possible the artist was not intending the mystery fabric to be panties. I only bring this up because the whole panties-to-ankle thing is so bizarre.

Might be half-slips. They were super-common at the time, and would probably head for the floor with a good tough yank and abused elastic and too little hip.

It would be interesting to see, run some engineering tests, to see what is involved, in foot-pounds or BTU's expended, to get a woman's panties down to directly across her ankles. It is, imho, on the level of pushing your car to Phoenix.

The half slip makes little more sense, and no matter what you do, the situations remain unexplainable.

What else can your clothes do? "My bra made me a casserole."

We aloso have the professional "Hosiery Magazine," with say 145 pages of mills and company wholesale ads and conventions and leg art, from the thirties, published in Chicago or New York or something ~ Hosiery Capital of the World. It is a real slice of what was a huge business and social life.

My mother says stockings before the war did not run. Period. They last forever. "Running" was invented.

And oh yah, a "Beauty Parlor" professional magazine, with all the trade equipment (scary as shit ~ Bride of Frankenstein chairs) and chemical warnings galore and "secrets of the Hollywood styles."

"Don't Burn Your Customers...."