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I have loved ultra sheer pantyhose since I was 11 years old. I began buying pantyhose on my own in my late teens. One day I happened across some ultra sheer pantyhose at a Five & Dime called G.C. Murphy. I purchased three pair and went home with them. Once home, I immediately put on a pair. The pantyhose were sheer toe with a reinforced panty and no crotch panel. The legs were super sheer all nylon and were boarded, i.e., shaped like the leg.
I wanted more and went back the very next day and bought a dozen pair. Until the store closed, I would buy those ultra sheer pantyhose by the armload. The pantyhose had a cardboard insert inside one of the legs with “SEE HOW SHEER IT IS” printed all over it. They were not brand name and the packets had “Made exclusively for G.C. Murphy” printed on the back of them. Though they were inexpensive the quality was great.
As a senior I attended school for less than half a day so it was necessary that I drive or have a way home. I drove and one day I decided to make a trip to G.C. Murphy before going home. The hosiery department was small, the store itself was small, but that was okay because they always kept the hosiery department stocked. I lucked out that the display racks were packed tight with pantyhose packets that day. I began selecting shades of the ultra sheer I so loved in my size when I realized I was going to need a small basket.
By the time the Clerk had rung up my purchase I had 42 pair of pantyhose. She doubled my bag to ensure it would not rip. When I arrived home I placed my shopping bag on the stairs and then went about preparing something to eat for a late lunch. I turned on the television in the family room and settled in. I was unaware of the time when I heard the front door open. Dad was home from work. I went toward the kitchen to say hello as he poured himself a glass of iced tea.
We made small talk as he walked to the foyer and hung his blazer on the rail post. From the kitchen table I could see he noticed my bag sitting on the stairs. Dad picked it up and looked inside then put the bag down. A few minutes later I was about to head up to my room when Dad said “Please take my blazer up with you and that bag of nylons too and put them in my room.” Amused I replied “Your room. That’s my bag.”
Dad stood up quickly and was in front of me and headed for the foyer. He scooped up the bag and looked in then looked at me. He dumped some of the packets out on the floor as he said in mock surprise “All of these! All of these are yours?” I began picking the packets up from the floor as I told him that they were very inexpensive and I liked them. Before I was off the floor I heard cellophane ripping. “What the fuck is he doing now?” I thought.
Once I was up I saw Dad standing before me holding a pair of coffee colored pantyhose by the waistband. He let the packet and shopping bag fall to the floor. “Oh look at how sheer these are! It even says so!” he laughed. I remained silent as I watched and thought “Okay, where is he going with this?” Dad was still holding the pantyhose by the waistband when he began to gently shake them. “I think these pantyhose are sexy. Don’t you?” I didn’t answer. In a slightly more serious tone he asked again “Don’t you?” I sighed deeply then replied “Yes, they are.” Dad was enjoying himself. He was smiling and had to work to keep from laughing. “I’ll bet you do think they are sexy. Why do you need all of these? What in the hell do you do to them that you need this many?” he queried.
Now I was getting mad and he knew it and he was enjoying himself. I huffed out “I wear them Dad. You know I wear them.” Dad’s reply was “Hmm, I think you do more than just wear them. I could be wrong, but I don’t believe I am.” I stared at him incredulously then he roared with laughter as he gently laid the pantyhose over my left shoulder. “Oh you are a riot Dad” I said. “I’m just fucking with you Michael. You know it’s overdue.”
I scooped up the remaining packets and the bag and headed to my room. Later that evening when Mom was taking a bath Dad approached me and handed me some cash. I asked “What’s this?” His response was “I do NOT want you spending your money on nylons. I told you I’d buy them for you. For the time being I’ll pay for them” I thanked him and told him they weren’t expensive but he insisted and asked if it was enough. I told him it was a little too much and he shrugged and told me to keep it.
I was introduced to ultra sheer nylon as a very young boy because my Mom was still wearing nylon stockings on occasion as well as pantyhose when I first became aware of hosiery. I had worn her nylons a few times and liked the fabric but didn’t become a fan of stockings because they needed something to keep them up. I loved pantyhose because they covered the body from waist to toe.
One afternoon when I was 11, I happened to be home alone and I ventured into my parent’s bedroom. Strewn across the chair was a pair of pantyhose. I noticed that they were incredibly sheer. I reluctantly allowed my fingertips to touch the soft and silky fabric. It felt fantastic and I instantly had the thought that I wanted to try the pantyhose on. However, I was reluctant to do so because I had been given a lot of grief over having been caught with Mom’s discarded pantyhose. I carefully felt the fabric again. I quickly came to the conclusion that never before did Mom have pantyhose that were so sheer. I glanced in the wastebasket and saw the discarded pantyhose packet. The pantyhose were Hanes Ultra Sheer in the rich dark suntan shade of South Pacific. I couldn’t help but wonder if Mom had purchased several pair or just the one pair. I opened her pantyhose drawer and saw no Hanes packets. When I opened the cupboard space in her dresser where she kept unopened packets of pantyhose, I discovered 5 packets of Hanes Ultra Sheer pantyhose. I was excited to learn she was wearing something new.
I went back to the pantyhose lying on the chair and carefully picked them up by the waistband to examine them. I could see that they had been worn but they remained pristine and to my delight I discovered that they were sheer to waist. I told myself that I had to try them on but I knew if I so much as snagged them it would be visible. I continued to gently fondle the silky sheer nylon then exhaled deeply. My desire to wear them won out. I had to know what it was like to wear them.
I stripped from the waist down and proceeded to slowly and carefully put the pantyhose on. Once they reached my thighs the pantyhose became tight. I wondered if I had experienced a growth spurt because never before had Mom’s pantyhose fit me in such a manner. Carefully, with the palms of my hands, I slid the pantyhose over my upper thighs. I gently pulled the panty over my hips and to my waist. The panty was tight going over my hips so I proceeded slowly. I looked down at my lower half and relished what I saw. The sheer pantyhose looked fantastic and felt amazing. They were tight in the thighs so I dared not walk around the room while wearing them. I just looked over my lower half while telling myself that I had to make them mine once Mom got a run in them.
Just as I began to slip my finger tips inside the waistband to remove the pantyhose I caught a glimpse of a run. Well, I thought it may be a run but I wasn’t sure. It appeared to be very thin. I actually got a little sick to my stomach and feared I may throw up. If I had made a run in the pantyhose I would be in major trouble with both Mom and Dad. I took a deep breath and looked to my right. In the center of my right hip was a tiny hole which had caused the pantyhose to run up to the waistband and nearly down to my knee. I never felt my finger go through them nor had I felt the run zip down my leg. I felt sick but slowly and carefully I slipped them down trying not to make the damage any worse.
I placed the pantyhose across the chair as I had found them. I stood motionless for a few minutes as I contemplated what to do. I considered taking them even though Mom and Dad would know that I had done so. I thought it may be better to do that than to let them discover I had worn them and ruined them. Finally, I decided to leave them on the chair while I hoped that the next time Mom put them on she would think she had run them. I began to hope that the run was in the hose before I had put them on.
A few days passed and there was still no shout of “Michael what did you do?” The pantyhose continued to lie across the top of the chair for a couple more days. Finally, early one evening I could hear Dad from my room as he went through the house collecting the trash. Before he went upstairs I overheard Mom ask him “Would you take the pantyhose off the chair in our room and throw them out for me?” Dad said “Okay. You get a run in them?” “Yeah, my bracelet snagged them” she said. “YES! I had not run them! I thought to myself. No punishment!
Being the “pantyhoser” I am it dawned on me that in a matter of moments the pantyhose would be in a trash bag and headed for the garage. The trash truck would come early the in the morning. I was determined to get my hands on the pantyhose. I quickly considered running into my parent’s room and taking them before Dad was upstairs but I knew he would ask Mom where they were. I was going to have to sneak into the garage and retrieve them and hope that food or some other debris didn’t damage them. As Dad went to the bathrooms then the guest room I lingered outside his bedroom door.
He went into my room then came out. I stepped into his room seconds before he did and stood by the chair. Neither of us said a word. I looked at Dad nervously then Dad took a couple of steps toward the chair. We both reached for the pantyhose at the same time. Dad let out a muffled chuckle then shook his head from side to side. Dad picked the pantyhose up from the chair and said “You know you aren’t supposed to have your mother’s pantyhose. I have to throw them away.” He dropped them into the plastic bag and then went out with other trash to the garbage cans in the garage.
I was disappointed that he did not give them to me but remained hopeful that I would be able to retrieve them sometime during the night. A short time later Dad was standing in the door to my room. He stepped inside and closed the door behind. “Don’t you get any ideas about going out to the garage tonight and fishing those nylons out of the garbage. They are gone.” As I looked at him I wondered just what he meant by “They are gone.” I couldn’t help but think he had ripped them up or tied them in knots like Mom. I said nothing. Dad placed his right hand in his pocket and slowly pulled out the balled up pantyhose. As he held them tightly in his fist he said “Boy, you had better not get caught with these. Do you understand me?” I said aloud that I did and promised to be discreet with them. Dad then handed the pantyhose to me and left my room.
I was careful not to be caught with them and wore the hell out of them. The only reason I gave them up is because they were so worn out I could no longer get them on without getting my toes caught in the runs.
A little later, at age 12, I discovered that my Grandmother was wearing ultra sheer pantyhose. She was the type of woman who lived in hosiery and the only times I recall not seeing her in hose is when she was going to bed or had yet to get dressed for the day.
One Saturday afternoon I noticed she was wearing a pair of dark grey ultra sheer hose with reinforced toes. The toe section looked exactly like the reinforced toes of my Mom’s old nylon stockings so I assumed she was wearing nylon stockings. She had been wearing the hose since early morning and I took note that the nylon was just beginning to wrinkle at her ankles.
Later in the evening, after dinner, she and Mom were in the kitchen doing dishes. When Mom returned from the dining room to re-enter the kitchen I heard her say “Liz you have a run in the left heel of your hose.” My ears were like sonar whenever the words “nylons, stockings, hose and pantyhose” were said. Without missing a beat Grandma said “Well, there is no use in crying over spilled milk or runs in your pantyhose.” Immediately I began to wonder “Does that mean she confirmed she is wearing pantyhose? I want them. I’m going to do my best to get them.” Next Grandma said “Oh well, another pair for my craft basket.” Mom asked her what she meant and Grandma explained that she had a craft basket in the cellar and she planned to make something from her old hose some day.
My mind raced and my heart skipped several beats. I had to know about the basket in the basement. A few days later I returned to my grandparent’s house to weed the flower beds. They lived approximately nine or 10 blocks from my house and it was a very quick and easy bike ride between the two.
While I was in the basement looking for the gardening gloves I began looking for the basket in earnest but did not see one. I assumed it was a sewing basket I was looking for. I did happen to notice that there were pantyhose drip drying over the laundry tub. Just as I was about to give up I saw a large white laundry basket on a shelf under the stairs. I peaked inside and saw that it contained pantyhose. I placed it on the floor and began rummaging through its contents. There were a few nylon stockings, knee highs and loads of pantyhose. The basket was nearly half full. Before leaving to go home I retrieved four pair of pantyhose. All of them were the ultra sheer style I had taken a liking to on Saturday. I had lucked out in that only two pair contained a run. I told myself I would go back soon to obtain more pantyhose.
I went back to the basement and retrieved more of the pantyhose and during the course of several weeks I managed to retrieve every pair of pantyhose. The basket also contained a few day sheer as well as the ultra sheers I was so fond of. I noticed that both styles were not nearly as good in quality as the pairs I had seen hanging over the wash tub.
Only days later Mom and Grandma were on the porch when I overheard Grandma ask Mom if she hand washed her hosiery. Mom told her she did and asked Grandma why she asked. Grandma said she washed her “good stuff” but she did not bother with a cheap brand she favored as they were so sheer she was sure she would snag them up and it just wasn’t worth the effort if they were going to get ruined. Mom was surprised by Grandma’s remark and asked well how many times do you wear them? Grandma laughed and said “Oh, only once and then I throw them away whether they have run or not.” Mom asked “Isn’t that expensive?” to which Grandma replied “No, they are very inexpensive. They are very sheer hose like my old garter stockings and I like the feel of them but they are extra fine and I just know I would ruin them if I bothered to wash them. She continued to tell Mom that they were her “house hose” meaning that she only wore the brand at home while wearing more expensive brands to work, church and social events.
I could not believe what I was hearing and I thought to myself “Wow! Grandma has pantyhose that are just for wearing around the house.” However, what really excited me was learning that she wore them once and tossed them whether or not they had runs in them. Finally, Grandma elaborated and told Mom that she actually tossed them in a basket to be used at some point for a craft project.
Over the course of a year and a half I continued to take every pair of pantyhose that found its way to the basket. I left the stockings and knee high hose alone so that the basket was never empty. I was pleased to discover that it was a rare occasion that a pair of day sheer pantyhose was in the basket. Nearly all of the hose were those incredible ultra sheers. They were very similar to Hanes Ultra Sheer though the fabric was actually sheerer and lighter which made them more delicate. Also, the manufacturing quality was not on par with Hanes. She had told Mom that she bought them by the armload at the Rexall.
Evidently Grandma truly could have cared less if she had run her ultra sheer pantyhose or not because from the beginning I discovered many pairs were free of runs which surprised me yet made me quite happy. However, when the pantyhose did have a run it was always a doozy. Sometimes the pantyhose would have a wicked snag which caused them to quickly run on me. I soon realized that the pairs containing a run would often have one leg inside out or the entire pantyhose would be inside out. I surmised that because they had damage to them she felt no need to be gentle with them when removing them and may have made the run worse than it had been. Another thing about Grandma’s pantyhose that I enjoyed was that she was not shy about purchasing them in several shades. She favored the darker shades like black, off-black, coffee, and dark grey and navy.
If she ever suspected me of taking her pantyhose she never said anything to me about it. In fact, I am certain she knew I was taking them because I’m believe my Mom had told her years ago about my pantyhose fetish though I seriously doubt Mom would have used the word fetish. Likely, Grandma was afraid that if she had raised the subject my “Daddy” would have hit the roof and me. Mom and Dad definitely would have hit the roof if they learned I was taking Grandma’s pantyhose, whether they were old pairs or new.
By age 13 my fondness for ultra sheer pantyhose was deeply embedded.
I have loved ultra sheer pantyhose since I was 11 years old. I began buying pantyhose on my own in my late teens. One day I happened across some ultra sheer pantyhose at a Five & Dime called G.C. Murphy. I purchased three pair and went home with them. Once home, I immediately put on a pair. The pantyhose were sheer toe with a reinforced panty and no crotch panel. The legs were super sheer all nylon and were boarded, i.e., shaped like the leg.
I wanted more and went back the very next day and bought a dozen pair. Until the store closed, I would buy those ultra sheer pantyhose by the armload. The pantyhose had a cardboard insert inside one of the legs with “SEE HOW SHEER IT IS” printed all over it. They were not brand name and the packets had “Made exclusively for G.C. Murphy” printed on the back of them. Though they were inexpensive the quality was great.
As a senior I attended school for less than half a day so it was necessary that I drive or have a way home. I drove and one day I decided to make a trip to G.C. Murphy before going home. The hosiery department was small, the store itself was small, but that was okay because they always kept the hosiery department stocked. I lucked out that the display racks were packed tight with pantyhose packets that day. I began selecting shades of the ultra sheer I so loved in my size when I realized I was going to need a small basket.
By the time the Clerk had rung up my purchase I had 42 pair of pantyhose. She doubled my bag to ensure it would not rip. When I arrived home I placed my shopping bag on the stairs and then went about preparing something to eat for a late lunch. I turned on the television in the family room and settled in. I was unaware of the time when I heard the front door open. Dad was home from work. I went toward the kitchen to say hello as he poured himself a glass of iced tea.
We made small talk as he walked to the foyer and hung his blazer on the rail post. From the kitchen table I could see he noticed my bag sitting on the stairs. Dad picked it up and looked inside then put the bag down. A few minutes later I was about to head up to my room when Dad said “Please take my blazer up with you and that bag of nylons too and put them in my room.” Amused I replied “Your room. That’s my bag.”
Dad stood up quickly and was in front of me and headed for the foyer. He scooped up the bag and looked in then looked at me. He dumped some of the packets out on the floor as he said in mock surprise “All of these! All of these are yours?” I began picking the packets up from the floor as I told him that they were very inexpensive and I liked them. Before I was off the floor I heard cellophane ripping. “What the fuck is he doing now?” I thought.
Once I was up I saw Dad standing before me holding a pair of coffee colored pantyhose by the waistband. He let the packet and shopping bag fall to the floor. “Oh look at how sheer these are! It even says so!” he laughed. I remained silent as I watched and thought “Okay, where is he going with this?” Dad was still holding the pantyhose by the waistband when he began to gently shake them. “I think these pantyhose are sexy. Don’t you?” I didn’t answer. In a slightly more serious tone he asked again “Don’t you?” I sighed deeply then replied “Yes, they are.” Dad was enjoying himself. He was smiling and had to work to keep from laughing. “I’ll bet you do think they are sexy. Why do you need all of these? What in the hell do you do to them that you need this many?” he queried.
Now I was getting mad and he knew it and he was enjoying himself. I huffed out “I wear them Dad. You know I wear them.” Dad’s reply was “Hmm, I think you do more than just wear them. I could be wrong, but I don’t believe I am.” I stared at him incredulously then he roared with laughter as he gently laid the pantyhose over my left shoulder. “Oh you are a riot Dad” I said. “I’m just fucking with you Michael. You know it’s overdue.”
I scooped up the remaining packets and the bag and headed to my room. Later that evening when Mom was taking a bath Dad approached me and handed me some cash. I asked “What’s this?” His response was “I do NOT want you spending your money on nylons. I told you I’d buy them for you. For the time being I’ll pay for them” I thanked him and told him they weren’t expensive but he insisted and asked if it was enough. I told him it was a little too much and he shrugged and told me to keep it.
I was introduced to ultra sheer nylon as a very young boy because my Mom was still wearing nylon stockings on occasion as well as pantyhose when I first became aware of hosiery. I had worn her nylons a few times and liked the fabric but didn’t become a fan of stockings because they needed something to keep them up. I loved pantyhose because they covered the body from waist to toe.
One afternoon when I was 11, I happened to be home alone and I ventured into my parent’s bedroom. Strewn across the chair was a pair of pantyhose. I noticed that they were incredibly sheer. I reluctantly allowed my fingertips to touch the soft and silky fabric. It felt fantastic and I instantly had the thought that I wanted to try the pantyhose on. However, I was reluctant to do so because I had been given a lot of grief over having been caught with Mom’s discarded pantyhose. I carefully felt the fabric again. I quickly came to the conclusion that never before did Mom have pantyhose that were so sheer. I glanced in the wastebasket and saw the discarded pantyhose packet. The pantyhose were Hanes Ultra Sheer in the rich dark suntan shade of South Pacific. I couldn’t help but wonder if Mom had purchased several pair or just the one pair. I opened her pantyhose drawer and saw no Hanes packets. When I opened the cupboard space in her dresser where she kept unopened packets of pantyhose, I discovered 5 packets of Hanes Ultra Sheer pantyhose. I was excited to learn she was wearing something new.
I went back to the pantyhose lying on the chair and carefully picked them up by the waistband to examine them. I could see that they had been worn but they remained pristine and to my delight I discovered that they were sheer to waist. I told myself that I had to try them on but I knew if I so much as snagged them it would be visible. I continued to gently fondle the silky sheer nylon then exhaled deeply. My desire to wear them won out. I had to know what it was like to wear them.
I stripped from the waist down and proceeded to slowly and carefully put the pantyhose on. Once they reached my thighs the pantyhose became tight. I wondered if I had experienced a growth spurt because never before had Mom’s pantyhose fit me in such a manner. Carefully, with the palms of my hands, I slid the pantyhose over my upper thighs. I gently pulled the panty over my hips and to my waist. The panty was tight going over my hips so I proceeded slowly. I looked down at my lower half and relished what I saw. The sheer pantyhose looked fantastic and felt amazing. They were tight in the thighs so I dared not walk around the room while wearing them. I just looked over my lower half while telling myself that I had to make them mine once Mom got a run in them.
Just as I began to slip my finger tips inside the waistband to remove the pantyhose I caught a glimpse of a run. Well, I thought it may be a run but I wasn’t sure. It appeared to be very thin. I actually got a little sick to my stomach and feared I may throw up. If I had made a run in the pantyhose I would be in major trouble with both Mom and Dad. I took a deep breath and looked to my right. In the center of my right hip was a tiny hole which had caused the pantyhose to run up to the waistband and nearly down to my knee. I never felt my finger go through them nor had I felt the run zip down my leg. I felt sick but slowly and carefully I slipped them down trying not to make the damage any worse.
I placed the pantyhose across the chair as I had found them. I stood motionless for a few minutes as I contemplated what to do. I considered taking them even though Mom and Dad would know that I had done so. I thought it may be better to do that than to let them discover I had worn them and ruined them. Finally, I decided to leave them on the chair while I hoped that the next time Mom put them on she would think she had run them. I began to hope that the run was in the hose before I had put them on.
A few days passed and there was still no shout of “Michael what did you do?” The pantyhose continued to lie across the top of the chair for a couple more days. Finally, early one evening I could hear Dad from my room as he went through the house collecting the trash. Before he went upstairs I overheard Mom ask him “Would you take the pantyhose off the chair in our room and throw them out for me?” Dad said “Okay. You get a run in them?” “Yeah, my bracelet snagged them” she said. “YES! I had not run them! I thought to myself. No punishment!
Being the “pantyhoser” I am it dawned on me that in a matter of moments the pantyhose would be in a trash bag and headed for the garage. The trash truck would come early the in the morning. I was determined to get my hands on the pantyhose. I quickly considered running into my parent’s room and taking them before Dad was upstairs but I knew he would ask Mom where they were. I was going to have to sneak into the garage and retrieve them and hope that food or some other debris didn’t damage them. As Dad went to the bathrooms then the guest room I lingered outside his bedroom door.
He went into my room then came out. I stepped into his room seconds before he did and stood by the chair. Neither of us said a word. I looked at Dad nervously then Dad took a couple of steps toward the chair. We both reached for the pantyhose at the same time. Dad let out a muffled chuckle then shook his head from side to side. Dad picked the pantyhose up from the chair and said “You know you aren’t supposed to have your mother’s pantyhose. I have to throw them away.” He dropped them into the plastic bag and then went out with other trash to the garbage cans in the garage.
I was disappointed that he did not give them to me but remained hopeful that I would be able to retrieve them sometime during the night. A short time later Dad was standing in the door to my room. He stepped inside and closed the door behind. “Don’t you get any ideas about going out to the garage tonight and fishing those nylons out of the garbage. They are gone.” As I looked at him I wondered just what he meant by “They are gone.” I couldn’t help but think he had ripped them up or tied them in knots like Mom. I said nothing. Dad placed his right hand in his pocket and slowly pulled out the balled up pantyhose. As he held them tightly in his fist he said “Boy, you had better not get caught with these. Do you understand me?” I said aloud that I did and promised to be discreet with them. Dad then handed the pantyhose to me and left my room.
I was careful not to be caught with them and wore the hell out of them. The only reason I gave them up is because they were so worn out I could no longer get them on without getting my toes caught in the runs.
A little later, at age 12, I discovered that my Grandmother was wearing ultra sheer pantyhose. She was the type of woman who lived in hosiery and the only times I recall not seeing her in hose is when she was going to bed or had yet to get dressed for the day.
One Saturday afternoon I noticed she was wearing a pair of dark grey ultra sheer hose with reinforced toes. The toe section looked exactly like the reinforced toes of my Mom’s old nylon stockings so I assumed she was wearing nylon stockings. She had been wearing the hose since early morning and I took note that the nylon was just beginning to wrinkle at her ankles.
Later in the evening, after dinner, she and Mom were in the kitchen doing dishes. When Mom returned from the dining room to re-enter the kitchen I heard her say “Liz you have a run in the left heel of your hose.” My ears were like sonar whenever the words “nylons, stockings, hose and pantyhose” were said. Without missing a beat Grandma said “Well, there is no use in crying over spilled milk or runs in your pantyhose.” Immediately I began to wonder “Does that mean she confirmed she is wearing pantyhose? I want them. I’m going to do my best to get them.” Next Grandma said “Oh well, another pair for my craft basket.” Mom asked her what she meant and Grandma explained that she had a craft basket in the cellar and she planned to make something from her old hose some day.
My mind raced and my heart skipped several beats. I had to know about the basket in the basement. A few days later I returned to my grandparent’s house to weed the flower beds. They lived approximately nine or 10 blocks from my house and it was a very quick and easy bike ride between the two.
While I was in the basement looking for the gardening gloves I began looking for the basket in earnest but did not see one. I assumed it was a sewing basket I was looking for. I did happen to notice that there were pantyhose drip drying over the laundry tub. Just as I was about to give up I saw a large white laundry basket on a shelf under the stairs. I peaked inside and saw that it contained pantyhose. I placed it on the floor and began rummaging through its contents. There were a few nylon stockings, knee highs and loads of pantyhose. The basket was nearly half full. Before leaving to go home I retrieved four pair of pantyhose. All of them were the ultra sheer style I had taken a liking to on Saturday. I had lucked out in that only two pair contained a run. I told myself I would go back soon to obtain more pantyhose.
I went back to the basement and retrieved more of the pantyhose and during the course of several weeks I managed to retrieve every pair of pantyhose. The basket also contained a few day sheer as well as the ultra sheers I was so fond of. I noticed that both styles were not nearly as good in quality as the pairs I had seen hanging over the wash tub.
Only days later Mom and Grandma were on the porch when I overheard Grandma ask Mom if she hand washed her hosiery. Mom told her she did and asked Grandma why she asked. Grandma said she washed her “good stuff” but she did not bother with a cheap brand she favored as they were so sheer she was sure she would snag them up and it just wasn’t worth the effort if they were going to get ruined. Mom was surprised by Grandma’s remark and asked well how many times do you wear them? Grandma laughed and said “Oh, only once and then I throw them away whether they have run or not.” Mom asked “Isn’t that expensive?” to which Grandma replied “No, they are very inexpensive. They are very sheer hose like my old garter stockings and I like the feel of them but they are extra fine and I just know I would ruin them if I bothered to wash them. She continued to tell Mom that they were her “house hose” meaning that she only wore the brand at home while wearing more expensive brands to work, church and social events.
I could not believe what I was hearing and I thought to myself “Wow! Grandma has pantyhose that are just for wearing around the house.” However, what really excited me was learning that she wore them once and tossed them whether or not they had runs in them. Finally, Grandma elaborated and told Mom that she actually tossed them in a basket to be used at some point for a craft project.
Over the course of a year and a half I continued to take every pair of pantyhose that found its way to the basket. I left the stockings and knee high hose alone so that the basket was never empty. I was pleased to discover that it was a rare occasion that a pair of day sheer pantyhose was in the basket. Nearly all of the hose were those incredible ultra sheers. They were very similar to Hanes Ultra Sheer though the fabric was actually sheerer and lighter which made them more delicate. Also, the manufacturing quality was not on par with Hanes. She had told Mom that she bought them by the armload at the Rexall.
Evidently Grandma truly could have cared less if she had run her ultra sheer pantyhose or not because from the beginning I discovered many pairs were free of runs which surprised me yet made me quite happy. However, when the pantyhose did have a run it was always a doozy. Sometimes the pantyhose would have a wicked snag which caused them to quickly run on me. I soon realized that the pairs containing a run would often have one leg inside out or the entire pantyhose would be inside out. I surmised that because they had damage to them she felt no need to be gentle with them when removing them and may have made the run worse than it had been. Another thing about Grandma’s pantyhose that I enjoyed was that she was not shy about purchasing them in several shades. She favored the darker shades like black, off-black, coffee, and dark grey and navy.
If she ever suspected me of taking her pantyhose she never said anything to me about it. In fact, I am certain she knew I was taking them because I’m believe my Mom had told her years ago about my pantyhose fetish though I seriously doubt Mom would have used the word fetish. Likely, Grandma was afraid that if she had raised the subject my “Daddy” would have hit the roof and me. Mom and Dad definitely would have hit the roof if they learned I was taking Grandma’s pantyhose, whether they were old pairs or new.
By age 13 my fondness for ultra sheer pantyhose was deeply embedded.
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