When I was growing up my mother was a cleaning fanatic. She washed the walls and ceilings down in the entire house (and its a big house) at least 6 times a year. She was a frugal woman (we had to be we were poor). She was a woman of just a few cleaning products. The one product she swore by was Spic n' Span powder. We used it wash walls and ceiling and mop floors with. It was a great product it smelled good and worked rather well. Sure you had to dissolve it in hot water but who is going to wash walls or mop floors with cold water?
So I used it as an adult myself. But a few years back I noticed it was gone from the stores. I switch over to other products but they were never quite as good. But I dealt with it. I missed the smell of spic and span cleaning my home. Then a while back I found the liquid version. The first few times I bought it was in a milky white plastic bottle and the liquid was green it smelled the same and worked pretty well. It was manufactured by good ole Proctor and Gamble. A company that I have come to trust. I never believed the hype about them being Satanists or worshipping the devil. I figure that was a lie started by a competing company. Think about it devil worshipping ceremonies using Tide and Jif peanut butter? Well I guess they could clean the mess up with some Bounty paper towels but I digress.................
So a while back I noticed Spic and Span as it is now called changed itself and was now in clear streamlined bottles with multiple scents available. I seen a Lavender Version, Citrus and Sunfresh. I didn't like the Lavender it smelled just like Fabuloso (thats a whole other story). I didn't much care for the Citrus or the Sunfresh but decided on the Sunfresh verison. I need to wash the walls down in my new house and this would do or so I thought!
So I get my trusty old bucket and some rags and the ladder out to start the job. Actually it was a new bucket and the very first time I used the bucket I ligthly it the inside of it with my hand and knock a gigantic fist size hole in it! So I go back to the store and buy another bucket to get started. Cheap plastic anyway!
The old lady that lived in this house prior to me smoked like a freight train and this house heats with gas. I think she had had the walls painted within the last few years but they were very yellowed and had a 1/4 inch of crud built up on them. The lighting is very poor in this house and when I get the money I definetly investing in new lighting. So I fix up a bucket of hot water and Spic And Span and get busy. I am washing away dancing to the Dixie Cups and really noticing the solution in the bucket is staying rather clean. My mother had called earlier and said she would come over to help (she should after all the walls I washed as a child, I am just kidding). So when she swings the door open and the natural hits the walls OMG. They were streaked terribly with a mixture of smoke and gas. The first thing my mother says it smells like wet cigarette ashes in here and that I wasn't cleaning very well. I was in a full sweat I had been rubbing and scrubbing for an hour. She asked me if I had started smoking again. I told her no that I think I was getting my nicotine fix my osmosis washing these walls. She looks at the water in the bucket and says to me "You can't just lightly dab these walls and think they'll come clean". When I told her that I had been really scrubbing for at least an hour she didn't believe me. She went and got a new bucket of water and Spic and Span and started helping me. She immediately commented that this new stuff didn't work. "Yeah Mom, I already figured that out". So she said we needed to go to the store to get something that worked. She did say she was surprised at the new Spic and Span and that it used to be a good product. We read the bottle and seen that it was no longer made by Proctor and Gamble. I live rather close to a Family Dollar so we went there for more cleaner. They had a very limited selection and I told her that is where I bought the Spic and Span. She said "Well no more of that crap" and we went in. So we go to the back of the store where they keep the cleaning products. They mostly carried Spic and Span and just a couple of other brands. I thought about the Clorox clean up but I did want bleach spots on my lovely burnt orange shag carpeting (hopely soon replaced). So we looked at Fabuloso but I told my mother it made me sick to smell it and it didn't work well either. So we had two choices Lestoil or Mr. Clean. My mother informed me that the "New" Mr. Clean didn't work either she had already "been there, done that". So we selected the Lestoil (another tried a true product she used to use.
So we go home and fix up buckets of Lestoil and immediately notice the rags and bucket of solutions turning brown from the amount of crud that was coming off the walls. We scrubbed and rubbed for hours and the walls were coming sparkling clean. We changed water often and were very pleased with the results. The house actually quit smelling like an ashtray and more like a pine forest. We were quite pleased.
I don't know why Proctor and Gamble sold off Spic and Span. I guess the younger generation doesn't clean much. But why the new company that is making it changed the formula to scented water is beyond me. If something ain't broke don't fix it is my motto and for the Love of God bring back good ole Spic n' Span powder in the original scent!
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Plus Sized Panties
I will be the first too admit I am not little woman, I am a big gal. I have been in this world long enough to know that "Plus" sized clothing has come along way in the past few decades. I am in my 40's and remember all to well the plus sized clothing choices of the past. Luckily although everyone I grew up with thought I was as big as a house (all my family) and most of my "friends" and I use friends very loosely. Thought that at 18 years old at size 16 I must be quiet possibly the largest living mammal on the face of this earth. Boy were they wrong, I'd give my eye teeth to be a size 16 now.
I remember shopping back then in the 80's it was so miserable! Most of the stores in my area of the world labeled you as fat and frumpy (not really) or as Sears's put it so delicately "Pretty Plus". You know what kids called those clothes? "Pretty Fat". I remember they were unmistakable they weren't like the regular girls clothes (just made larger) no they picked the most hideous prints and colors they had for those clothes. I think the logic was that fat people can't find clothes easily so they will buy anything that fits.
Once you made it out of "Pretty Plus" you had to go straight to women's clothes no junior items for you fat girl. Oh, and we have some lovely choices for you: Navy Blue Stretch Slacks and those come in black and brown too. Oh and we have these lovely matronly blazers that look great on you (if your a sixty year old preachers wife) and how about this lovely floral print dress? Why with the pleated skirt bottom your ass will only look half as wide as the broad side of a barn! Don't worry if you gain a few pounds this double knit polyester stretches well!
So you looked like a friggin dork running around in your grandmas clothes. Jeans were not available. You could buy some men's jeans and have your mom cut them off and hem them and hope to god know one noticed (but they did). My mom was pretty good seamstress and once in awhile she would actually make me a nice outfit. But she didn't have time to keep me fully in clothes so most of the time I tried to make due with the Grandma wear.
And then my Senior year a store opened in the the Mall called 16 Plus a Size not an age........... Well I was in heaven finally some one understood that all plus sized women didn't want to wear brown, navy blue, and black year around. They had semi-stylish clothes and jeans meant for plus sized women.
But all the while no one gave a thought to plus-sized undies. They assumed we all wanted too wear white granny panties. You know the ones that hardly stretch. The waist comes up to your neck and the crotch as wide as the Rio Grande River and leg holes about the size of a dime. They were meant for comfort and comfortable they were not. The crotch was way too wide and it tangled up even the shortest of pubic hair and pulled at it all day long (sorry kids this was before it was cool to shave it off) they rubbed you raw between the thighs and the leg holes were way too small so they effectively cut off all circulation below them. And dear god pantie hose were so small (even the queen sized ones) they served as a torture device on your thighs. I remember rubbing my inner thighs so raw I couldn't walk for days. They still have recognized we don't need longer legs we need wider legs at the thighs. Most queen sized hose are designed for tall thin transvestite men. I can't wear them as a short fat woman. They bag and sag from the knee down and are too tight and rip at the waist and thighs no matter what size or brand I buy.
Well, if I'd quit complainin about everything else, I'd get to the point of my story. So somebody out there decided that maybe fat girls weren't satisfied with white granny panties. Amen! So slowly different styles some out. Bikini type undies are not designed for fat girls they don't come up far enough and end up rolling down over our fat bellies and rubbing us raw and the pubic bone. French Cut or Hi-Cut panties are a nice choice. The crotch usually isn't too wide and the the leg holes are more than ample. They come up over our fat bellies (albeit sometimes a little too far just like the granny panties).
Take it from me Thongs are not a fat girls friend they don't fit us well and Dear Sweet Jesus you'd be a pickin 'em out of the crack of your ass for a month. I'll admit I tried them once for a few hours. Not only did I feel naked like I need to go put another pair on. But what they reminded me of was the dreaded SANITARY BELT. Now for those of you under 40 you might know about this plague that was put on woman kind until sometime in the 80's. Believe me they hurt like hell! You strapped you pad in them and let them dig bloody holes in your ass crack and right under your belly for a week every month. Back then the TSS scare was out and nobody used tampons and besides back then the attitude was unmarried women didn't use tampons (because they were virgins, LMAO) and it might ruin there wedding night. You could pin them in your underwear but having safety pins next to my cooter and behind always scared the hell out of me. I have visions of them "popping open" and stabbing me in the most delicate of areas.
So back to my story, so still in search of the perfect pantie for a fat girl I run across these JMS lace and microfiber boy shorts. My God I found nirvana! They came to exactly the right place on stomach. They had no elastic at the legs just wonderful soft stretch lacy. They were sexy and comfie. I adore these underwear. Guess what? JMS discontinued them. This old chick hopped right on Ebay and bought about a 100 pair off various sellers. But alas, after several years I needed some new panties. While the JMS boy briefs were the most comfortable pantie ever they were not very durable. They wore out pretty quickly.
So I go to Wally World and I look at different panties and I see Fruit of the Loom has some pretty size 11 boy short panties so I buy a pack. I get them home and take them out of the package and they were so friggin small I had to give them to my 10 year old niece. They might have fit a 100 pound woman. So I go back (I should open underwear but I won't cause I know it costs the store money when the packages are damaged because others won't buy them). This time I buy JMS microfiber Hi-Cut panties size 12. I get them home and I could have put them on and 3 other people could have jumped in too. I don't know what to do with these ones, I suspect my husband has 3 new pastel boat covers and he doesn't know it yet!
So out of sheer frustration I go to Fashion Bug, they want way too much for their undies but at least they are not sealed in plastic and you can actually pick them up and look at them So I buy 4 pair for 25 stinkin dollars and I go home and wash them and put them in my undie drawer One of the pair I picked out looks like a string bikini but they come up higher on the waist and looked pretty comfie and they were except they have 2 metal razor blades with rhinestones attaching the elastic "string" to the panties. They are going out the door when I shower tonight. These metal doo-dads (I think they are razor blades in disguise) have dug into my stomach and thighs all day. I wore another pair with pearly little buttons run up the front the other day. I felt like I had rocks in my undies all day. I have 2 more pair to try yet. I'll let you know how that goes.
My point here is "Why the hell did JMS discontinue Lace Boy Briefs" they are wildly popular on EBay (you rarely see them last more than a day on buy it nows). And "Why the hell do other makers think we need buttons and zippers and razor blades attached to plus sized panties"? Criminy I just want comfie undies. I am not Britney Spears flashing my panties or the lack thereof to the world. I just want something that fits well, feels comfortable and last more than a couple wearings. I want them machine washable and bleachable, and not to cost a fortune. Is that too much too ask?
I remember shopping back then in the 80's it was so miserable! Most of the stores in my area of the world labeled you as fat and frumpy (not really) or as Sears's put it so delicately "Pretty Plus". You know what kids called those clothes? "Pretty Fat". I remember they were unmistakable they weren't like the regular girls clothes (just made larger) no they picked the most hideous prints and colors they had for those clothes. I think the logic was that fat people can't find clothes easily so they will buy anything that fits.
Once you made it out of "Pretty Plus" you had to go straight to women's clothes no junior items for you fat girl. Oh, and we have some lovely choices for you: Navy Blue Stretch Slacks and those come in black and brown too. Oh and we have these lovely matronly blazers that look great on you (if your a sixty year old preachers wife) and how about this lovely floral print dress? Why with the pleated skirt bottom your ass will only look half as wide as the broad side of a barn! Don't worry if you gain a few pounds this double knit polyester stretches well!
So you looked like a friggin dork running around in your grandmas clothes. Jeans were not available. You could buy some men's jeans and have your mom cut them off and hem them and hope to god know one noticed (but they did). My mom was pretty good seamstress and once in awhile she would actually make me a nice outfit. But she didn't have time to keep me fully in clothes so most of the time I tried to make due with the Grandma wear.
And then my Senior year a store opened in the the Mall called 16 Plus a Size not an age........... Well I was in heaven finally some one understood that all plus sized women didn't want to wear brown, navy blue, and black year around. They had semi-stylish clothes and jeans meant for plus sized women.
But all the while no one gave a thought to plus-sized undies. They assumed we all wanted too wear white granny panties. You know the ones that hardly stretch. The waist comes up to your neck and the crotch as wide as the Rio Grande River and leg holes about the size of a dime. They were meant for comfort and comfortable they were not. The crotch was way too wide and it tangled up even the shortest of pubic hair and pulled at it all day long (sorry kids this was before it was cool to shave it off) they rubbed you raw between the thighs and the leg holes were way too small so they effectively cut off all circulation below them. And dear god pantie hose were so small (even the queen sized ones) they served as a torture device on your thighs. I remember rubbing my inner thighs so raw I couldn't walk for days. They still have recognized we don't need longer legs we need wider legs at the thighs. Most queen sized hose are designed for tall thin transvestite men. I can't wear them as a short fat woman. They bag and sag from the knee down and are too tight and rip at the waist and thighs no matter what size or brand I buy.
Well, if I'd quit complainin about everything else, I'd get to the point of my story. So somebody out there decided that maybe fat girls weren't satisfied with white granny panties. Amen! So slowly different styles some out. Bikini type undies are not designed for fat girls they don't come up far enough and end up rolling down over our fat bellies and rubbing us raw and the pubic bone. French Cut or Hi-Cut panties are a nice choice. The crotch usually isn't too wide and the the leg holes are more than ample. They come up over our fat bellies (albeit sometimes a little too far just like the granny panties).
Take it from me Thongs are not a fat girls friend they don't fit us well and Dear Sweet Jesus you'd be a pickin 'em out of the crack of your ass for a month. I'll admit I tried them once for a few hours. Not only did I feel naked like I need to go put another pair on. But what they reminded me of was the dreaded SANITARY BELT. Now for those of you under 40 you might know about this plague that was put on woman kind until sometime in the 80's. Believe me they hurt like hell! You strapped you pad in them and let them dig bloody holes in your ass crack and right under your belly for a week every month. Back then the TSS scare was out and nobody used tampons and besides back then the attitude was unmarried women didn't use tampons (because they were virgins, LMAO) and it might ruin there wedding night. You could pin them in your underwear but having safety pins next to my cooter and behind always scared the hell out of me. I have visions of them "popping open" and stabbing me in the most delicate of areas.
So back to my story, so still in search of the perfect pantie for a fat girl I run across these JMS lace and microfiber boy shorts. My God I found nirvana! They came to exactly the right place on stomach. They had no elastic at the legs just wonderful soft stretch lacy. They were sexy and comfie. I adore these underwear. Guess what? JMS discontinued them. This old chick hopped right on Ebay and bought about a 100 pair off various sellers. But alas, after several years I needed some new panties. While the JMS boy briefs were the most comfortable pantie ever they were not very durable. They wore out pretty quickly.
So I go to Wally World and I look at different panties and I see Fruit of the Loom has some pretty size 11 boy short panties so I buy a pack. I get them home and take them out of the package and they were so friggin small I had to give them to my 10 year old niece. They might have fit a 100 pound woman. So I go back (I should open underwear but I won't cause I know it costs the store money when the packages are damaged because others won't buy them). This time I buy JMS microfiber Hi-Cut panties size 12. I get them home and I could have put them on and 3 other people could have jumped in too. I don't know what to do with these ones, I suspect my husband has 3 new pastel boat covers and he doesn't know it yet!
So out of sheer frustration I go to Fashion Bug, they want way too much for their undies but at least they are not sealed in plastic and you can actually pick them up and look at them So I buy 4 pair for 25 stinkin dollars and I go home and wash them and put them in my undie drawer One of the pair I picked out looks like a string bikini but they come up higher on the waist and looked pretty comfie and they were except they have 2 metal razor blades with rhinestones attaching the elastic "string" to the panties. They are going out the door when I shower tonight. These metal doo-dads (I think they are razor blades in disguise) have dug into my stomach and thighs all day. I wore another pair with pearly little buttons run up the front the other day. I felt like I had rocks in my undies all day. I have 2 more pair to try yet. I'll let you know how that goes.
My point here is "Why the hell did JMS discontinue Lace Boy Briefs" they are wildly popular on EBay (you rarely see them last more than a day on buy it nows). And "Why the hell do other makers think we need buttons and zippers and razor blades attached to plus sized panties"? Criminy I just want comfie undies. I am not Britney Spears flashing my panties or the lack thereof to the world. I just want something that fits well, feels comfortable and last more than a couple wearings. I want them machine washable and bleachable, and not to cost a fortune. Is that too much too ask?
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