I’ve rolled around on the floor with my baby, pulled different shoes on and off, and there isn’t one tear or a heel rubbed away, WHAT? Arrange the yarn pieces lengthwise, side by side, with a strip of sticky tape in the middle; sew through the middle of the tape and yarn to produce a center hair part; and glue or stitch the assembled wig onto the top of the doll’s head. OKAY, okay, so I can’t roll my husband’s winter studded bike tires over them, but still pretty dang impressive if my own winter-rough hands can’t make a dent. Of course, none of us would have been allowed to play with her anymore even if we had wanted to now that what our mothers had heretofore suspected was final and official: Barbara had bad parents. Barbara had been married, Stephanie said, and she had a child, a daughter, but recently she had divorced and moved home to live with her father, who still had several small dogs.

Blonde and slender and fragile-looking, Barbara’s mother looked nothing like Barbara, and we later heard that Barbara had been adopted, though she never told us this herself. I do try, however, to keep myself occupied during the cold season with a variety of interesting projects that help drive off the “midwinter blahs. Barbara… Barbara… It had been over thirty-five years since the Milk Incident, and the only Barbara I could think of was the grandmother of a mutual friend.It’s the dead of winter and I actually went into my summer clothes boxes that are in storage to find a dress — it felt scandalous! Moms seem pretty adamant about this, so we’re just going to have to take their word for it—wearing pantyhose under jeans is normal, and if you’re not doing it already, you ought to give it a try.

Try to use thread that closely matches the shade of hose you’ll be working with, since by doing so you can make the stitches all but invisible.About the only thing good I can say about pantyhose is that in the winter they hide flaws, like stray hairs you missed while shaving. mailer, I had a package with my tights, and a smaller package with the sample material encouraging me to try and tear them. Those days also included some awkward conversations with my mother where I'd ask for an old pair of her pantyhose, so I could wear them — on my head.