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Look. It’s the new all nude way to wear today’s fashions–hot pants panty hose! If only Tammy would have known about these she could have saved herself from that unsightly V.P.H.P.L. 

Int’l House of Hot Pants wishes you a V.P.L.F.H.P.F. (Visible Panty Line Free Hot Pants Friday.) Yay! It’s finally Friday!

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Didn’t sleep well last night. What do you do when you’re overtired and feel like walking dead? Answer: listen to Patti Smith in the morning.

Here’s a repost from last February. And, because I feel as if my half-assing-it-ness is probably becoming transparent, I want to mention I’m having trouble writing. Like can’t make sentences no good trouble.

This is what I’m looking at while I’m listening to music this morning hoping that the coffee gets to the bloodstream faster than horses. (I just spilled  a 12 ounce cup of it on the floor, btw.)

Here’s that quote.

“People were very upset constantly about my appearance when I was young. I don’t know what it was that was very hard for them to factor, but I’ve always had that problem–even as a child. I used to go to the beach when I was a little kid and just want to wear my dungarees and my flannel shirt and the whole time, people would be like, “Why are you wearing that? Why don’t you get a bathing suit?” It’s like: Leave me alone. I’m not bothering you. Why are you worried about what I look like? I’m not trying to bother anybody.”

P.S. Anyone have tickets for Patti Smith’s Chicago show? I need two, please.

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Quote from Fresh Air podcast–listen here, photo found here.

The only way anyone could ever tell the twins apart was by Tammy’s visible panty hose panty line.

International House of Hot Pants along with the twins wish you a very sexy hot pants Friday!

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I couldn’t sleep. When I finally did fall asleep, it was exactly like this.

Apparently, I was pretty anxious before I fell asleep. While I was sleeping, I felt this strange sense that  things were going just right, and at the same time, somehow everything was wrong. When I woke up this morning, I realized that my dreams must have been informed by Saturday’s shopping trip. I was on a reconnaissance mission to find a bunch of new things so I ventured out into the world rather  than my usual habit of “shopping” from 1950′s Monkey Wards catalogs.

Oh, yeah. I was out there. In stores that play the type of loud music that I can’t stand to listen to. Stores where the price tags aren’t stapled onto the clothes.  Stores where you’re hounded by salesclerks until you actually do need one. Stores that have the heat cranked so high you can’t imagine why you didn’t put on your sun dress in January just to go shopping in Chicago.

I didn’t find anything I wanted to buy. Maybe these boots, but they seem a bit passé.  Or, too “on trend” in a Girl With The Dragon Tattoo kind of way. (And after all, I did just watch the second of the trilogy on Sunday.)

But, look at that image above.

I kind of understand why some people have an excellent realationship with shopping. It’s like everything is out there for you… and yet…there you are…stuck under a glass coffee table…just gazing at everything.

You know what I mean?

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Just in case you couldn’t tell, we’re together.

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Spiegel catalog Spring/Summer 1967.

On Friday we celebrate hot pants. On Friday when it’s cold (12 degrees with wind chill of -6 degrees and 4 inches of snow coming right up with a side of bacon), we layer the hot pants. Purple tights and purple mock turtleneck leotard seem like a good option…as long as they’re made of merino wool. And have a built-in radiator on the butt.

Happy Hot Pants Friday! Stay warm! If you live where it is warm, pity da foo‘ who live here.

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Sculptural times in fashion history.

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Images from 1951 via L’Art et Mode. Images from 1981 via L’Officiel.  (1. J. Leonard, 2. Patou, 3. Griffe, 4. Montana, 5. Spook, 6. Mori.

We’re having morbid weather in Chicago today. It’s gray. It’s cold. It’s January.  The pretty blanket of snow that covered us last week has turned to ugly patches of ice crust mixed with dirt clods.

Gonna need a pair of ice skates for my dog walks today. Based on what the traffic reporter on the radio says, it’s freezing as it hits the ground. Later today, there will be a light dusting of snow that’s sure to make the roads treacherous. Guess what? When the roads are bad, the sidewalks are 293 times more slippery.   I’m at the age where one fall just might land me in traction.

So…let’s go ice skating this weekend!  If not ice skating, let’s think of something we can do to scare away this bleak wintertime weather.

How about ice fishing?

Hmm…Dance party?

That sounds better.

Hey…wait! Dance party on a cruise ship!

Scratch that.  Potentially very dangerous.

Cocktails at home?

Sure! C’mon over on Friday! There’s room for all of you on the couch.

*Oh, I started this post just to ask you how to translate that copy on this L’Officiel cover from 1961. Anyone? >>>”Du nouveau, rien que du nouveau…”>>> ?

Images: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

I usually have a lot more to say about the clothes we saw on the Golden Globes last night. Today–not so much. I’m too busy trying to figure out just when “we shall overcome.” Happy MLK day.

Let’s just start with the underwhelming.

This woman is quite pretty and has a perfectly slinky body. Did you happen to see her when she was presenting in this antique lace tablecloth? The bodice and the neckline made it appear that she had one big baggy boob.

Speaking of boobs, Madonna’s dress made my boobs hurt.  I bet she had Phantom Bodice Syndrome after she took off that dress. I did and I wasn’t even wearing it. When I went to bed, they were still in pain. They kinda hurt right now, too.

I love these ladies. One of them looked smashing. Guess who?

Had to show you this. Tina Fey crashes Amy’s photo. (Liz Lemon is my spirit animal.)

Mesmerizing. At times, I thought this dress worn by Salma Hayak was the most horrible/fabulous thing I’ve ever seen. I hate/love it. She’s like an anthropomorphized juke box that only plays disco and klezmer music.

Sophia Vergara is so dramatic she makes me want to set myself on fire.

I feel sorry for people who don’t understand how awesome Tilda is.  This get-up is quite conventional for her tastes, but who cares? She’s dynamite.

For my money, this was the best dress. It’s modern, it’s graphic, it’s bold. And it really suits Claire Danes.

What about you? Whose dress did you love? Who’d you think stunk on ice?

This is the first year in a long time I didn’t watch all of it. I only saw a bit of the preshow and about 3o minutes of the awards.   Too busy watching this:

Friday Night. Drinking a beer. Sitting around crocheting a new tunic length vest. You know how it is. Sometimes, it’s good to wear a long silhouette with over hot pants. Covers the cellulite.

International House of Hot Pants wishes all of you a happy, happy Hot Pants, Friday.

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