Did you hear that pantyhose are making a major comeback? Yep. Not that some of us have ever stopped wearing them since they came on the scene I don’t even know how many years ago. I had an epiphany many moons ago that I’m just way too fair in the complexion arena to ever go “bare-legged” in heels. I have it on the best authority that the Duchess of Cambridge, aka the adorable Kate, that had that rather large wedding last year where everyone wore very strange hats, was recently caught red-handed wearing pantyhose. Apparently, the press was mightily impressed with the new and improved version of her legs. And now, it has been determined, so are some of you! It was reported that ladies are apparently going gaga over pantyhose again and sales are, well, not exactly going through the roof, but there is this very interesting uptick in their purchase. While I’m not predicting a worldwide pantyhose shortage, those interested might want to stock up! The newspaper article about the pantyhose comeback reminded me of the very first time I met my husband’s Aunt Marion. It was way back in the early ‘70s and Rick and I were dating at the time. Actually, she was more than just Rick’s aunt. Aunt Marion was also his godmother and lovingly doted on the dude. She never had any children of her own and Rick, one of 11 siblings, was her one and only godchild. “She used to introduce me not as her nephew, but has HER godson,” Rick said with the largest smiley face. There are a couple of fond memories of his aunt that come up from time to time when we talk about his aunt who died some years back. When Rick was a little guy, their family used to live down the street from his Aunt Marion and Uncle Pete. He told me one time there was a bigger kid pushing him around in front of her house. The feisty Aunt Marion ran out and stuck up for Rick yelling at the kid to leave her godson alone. You never forget when someone stands up for you like that. Then there was Aunt Marion’s baking ritual. Every Christmas, Aunt Marion made Rick a cherry nut cake. Actually, she made several but they were gifted to grown-up types like Uncle Pete’s boss. Aunt Marion made it a practice every year to let everyone within earshot know how much trouble she went through to make the cakes. They were expensive and took lots of strength to stir the dense ingredients. Actually, I always thought the cakes looked more like a fruit cake with all the rum-soaked candied fruit and nuts. Heck, they were packaged in a tin and the cake had a hole in the center. Looked like a fruitcake to me. But I was corrected so many times over the years you won’t ever catch me referring to it as a fruit cake. Nope! Let’s just say it quacked like a fruit cake … but it was almost certainly a cherry nut cake. Toward the end of her life, she only made one a year and that was for her godson. But I digress. Did I mention that Aunt Marion was also quite an interesting character? She always told you exactly what was on her mind and, well, sometimes she even showed you. It was like that the day I was for the first time introduced to Aunt Marion. I was just 18 years old at the time. I vividly remember standing in my future mother-in-law’s kitchen where lovely Sunday dinners and holidays would be spent for many years in the future. After my brief introduction, Aunt Marion started going on and on about how crummy her pantyhose fit. Basically, I could tell the lady was fit to be tied. I just nodded my understanding. Hey, it was the ‘70s and heaven knows back then we could all sympathize with the fit of a pair of pantyhose. Heck, they hadn’t been around that long. That was when Aunt Marion lifted her dress to the ceiling to show all the ladies in the kitchen just exactly what she was talking about. You never saw so many wide-eyes in your life. The crotch of her pantyhose had traveled around her knees and she was not at all happy about it. We didn’t resolve anything in the kitchen that day when Aunt Marion let her dress finally settle in the direction of the floor. Just know that for anyone considering their first pantyhose purchase, I can attest 40 years later there has been a definite improvement in their fit. We wouldn’t want anyone lifting their skirt in public and it wind up in the newspaper. Obviously, the Duchess of Cambridge thinks they fit just fine. Dixie Frantz is a longtime Kingwood resident and newspaper columnist for the past 16 years. E-mail Dixie with your comments at This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it..