STOCKINGS.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume X, Issue 1120, 11 August 1882, Page 2

STOCKINGS.

“ Next time you visit a bathing resort,” says a lady contributor of a contemporary, “look at the dozens of different limbs splashing around, and you will realise that to properly study the stocking question you should begin at a watering place. When Miss Slimshanks goes in bathing she wears ringed stockings. This is not because she is a belle, but because those kinds make her legs look larger. Longitudinal stripes, on the contrary, are the especial property of women of 40, who are fair and fat; and streaked and speckled hose are generally worn by those who do not understand the real power of a pretty leg. The girl with a real pretty limb encases it in a plain tint—flesh, rose, or light blue. That shows the full contour and outline against the water background. The same rule that applies to bathing custom and costumes applies to every-day life. For this reason—A girl, when she bathes, drosses her leg for show. So she does in ordinary every-day life. The only difference is that in the one she shows it, and in the other she don’t. But accidents will happen, and moat women like being prepared for them, A girl who wears black stockings is either decidedly wicked or so old that she knows her legs are not of any interest to an observing public. Plain white are the most seductive. A glimpse of a dainty black boot flapped by a few inches of snowy stocking vanishes amid mysterious and rustling masses of whitest skirting more enthralls men than the glance of a flirting eye or the tremour of a ruby lip, Neglected wives, let me give you a point: Euease yourselves in a dainty wrapper, and leave it open six inches at the bottom, so you can show your feet. Put on a pretty, low out slipper, and spend more taste upon the stockings you wear than you do upon the ribands in your hair. Show these same feet unostentatiously, in fact, bashfully, to the lord of the house; keep them before his eyes; dress yourself so on every opportunity, and keep it up, and then, mark my words, no other woman will ever touch his fickle heart. When poets like Swinburne, Tennyson, and Oscar Wilde sing about 1 kissing the dainty soft white feet' of the women they love, they betray their sex. Men do like pretty feet and legs and will to tho end of the w'orld."