Sitting back, enjoying the breeze and kvetching

Monday, March 26, 2007

From the mailbag - the curse of meaty thighs

Share Cropper said, in a comment on the call to muu muus,

Well, St. Pat, I love muu muus too, but I've gotten more meaty since they were in fashion throughout the country, and I find that my thighs rub together and cause great pain from the sweat and friction. What can I do to feel better but still comfortable?

Saint Pat understands completely, having a pair of thunder thighs herself. She's noticed that swishy sound her legs make as her pantyhose-clad thighs strive to cling together when she walks.

Before she could respond, Eileen jumped in and said...

I don't own a muu muu. But I want [one]too.

Sharecropper - There are two things you could try (as ample thigh a part of my God-given body, blessed as it is!)

You could take underarm deoderant, and put it on your thighs at the friction point. This does two things - decreases sweat, and provides a bit of...I dunno...barrier, for want of a better word. You can also put on some cornstarch powder as well.

OR you could get a split-style short slip (one that looks like big ass granny panties gone wild!). This is loose fitting, doesn't add too much weight or heat, and keeps a nice slippery bit of cloth at the noisome point.

Eileen's ideas are pretty good.

Saint Pat tried to find some nice, lightweight boy-cut cotton panties.


She has been looking through too many lingerie catalogs this evening, and she's stressed by the sight of all those high-topped, long leg girdles and body slimmers. They should be outlawed, like the Iron Maiden, which one might as well wear. One might as well bind one's feet, while one is at it.

You could try something like one of these; Saint Pat favors the shorter, black ones.

Remember, you're not going to wear your muumuu on a cross-country hike. It's for lounging around the house, and you probably won't need any thigh protection. A little talc or baby powder should work just fine.

Now, this gives a whole new meaning to the term "boy-legged panties." (photo lifted from MadPriest's blog.

Saint Pat was traumatized by girdles at a young age. She's going to lie down, now, and recover from the vapors brought on by the stressful activity she braved, all for the sake of her reader.

She hopes she won't have nightmares.

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