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I'd wondered why it was that my Lucky Dancin' Shoes, which I had on previous occasions worn out for all-night dancing sessions, suddenly caused my feet to suppurate and bleed when I wore them on Beth's birthday. At last I have the answer: When I go dancing, I usually wear my fishnet stockings--and though you might think that doesn't make much of a diff, since they're mostly holes and all, in fact it does. This revelation was a problem, because I hate wearing actual nylons, and during the summer I don't much feel like faffing around with garter belt + thigh-highs, however intriguing it might be when my skirt hikes up.

I stopped at the wonderful sock store inside Penn this morning and discovered a wondrous invention; to wit, little stocking bits with invisible plastic straps. The stocking bit is over your toes, for to cushion them, and the plastic bits go 'round your heel to keep them on. BRILLIANT! (Works, too. My feet feel better already.)

And they are black lace, which feeds my surreptitious desire for fancy underthings.