Pearls make it classy
The joy of living alone is being able to walk around in your underwear. It gets really hot in my kitchen when you turn the oven on, and I was in such a hurry to get going on a mountain of household crap waiting for me, I didn't change out of my suit before starting dinner. By the time it was in the oven, I was a sweaty mess. So I just stripped down to bra and panties right quick and started to do the dishes.
After a couple of minutes it dawned on me how delicious a 1950s fantasy I had inadvertently just stepped into. I'm standing over the sink, wearing my little Playtex gloves, pink lacy panties and bra, and PEARLS(!!!!) and matching pearl earrings. Classic. I just needed a little apron and some pumps to complete the picture. "Ms. Cleaver is working hard in the kitchen all day, making hot apple pies to please her husband. It's so hot in the kitchen, and her family is not due home for another three hours... so she decides (out of necessity, you see) to peel off her shirtdress and girdle. "Just for a minute," she tells herself guiltily. The air feels cold and fresh against her sweaty skin. Without the girdle, she feels freer, lighter. Giggling with delight in her secret 'naughtiness,' she begins the finishing touches on her pies, making apple-shaped cutouts to decorate the top crusts. Without the scratchy shirtdress on, she is acutely aware of the drawer knobs touching her while she leans against the counter, rolling dough. Every inch of her is more sensitive. She gets lost in her work and doesn't hear the knock on the door. .. Not accustomed to the missus not answering right away to get her milk, the milkman comes on into the kitchen...
hee hee. Actually, though, when I stopped working long enough to make note of my attire, it really was sort of hot... the pink and the pearls and the playtex gloves and doing the dishes... I'm easily entertained, you know.
After a couple of minutes it dawned on me how delicious a 1950s fantasy I had inadvertently just stepped into. I'm standing over the sink, wearing my little Playtex gloves, pink lacy panties and bra, and PEARLS(!!!!) and matching pearl earrings. Classic. I just needed a little apron and some pumps to complete the picture. "Ms. Cleaver is working hard in the kitchen all day, making hot apple pies to please her husband. It's so hot in the kitchen, and her family is not due home for another three hours... so she decides (out of necessity, you see) to peel off her shirtdress and girdle. "Just for a minute," she tells herself guiltily. The air feels cold and fresh against her sweaty skin. Without the girdle, she feels freer, lighter. Giggling with delight in her secret 'naughtiness,' she begins the finishing touches on her pies, making apple-shaped cutouts to decorate the top crusts. Without the scratchy shirtdress on, she is acutely aware of the drawer knobs touching her while she leans against the counter, rolling dough. Every inch of her is more sensitive. She gets lost in her work and doesn't hear the knock on the door. .. Not accustomed to the missus not answering right away to get her milk, the milkman comes on into the kitchen...
hee hee. Actually, though, when I stopped working long enough to make note of my attire, it really was sort of hot... the pink and the pearls and the playtex gloves and doing the dishes... I'm easily entertained, you know.