Lymph is Good
chronicles the journey of an active 30-something Dallas-ite trying to keep her head up while grappling with primary lymphedema.

Leggings Party

It was early March and I was already thinking about the 100-something degree days in Dallas. Being a compliant “lymphie” (as the community fondly refers to itself), I have every intention of wearing my best-of-the-best stocking every day of the summer. This stocking is about 75% rubber. It’s neither flattering, nor fancy, and it is entirely unforgiving. The stocking is the antithesis of Spanx and adds lines and creases where lines and creases should not be. Did I mention there is a knee patch on the front (for my comfort) which looks like a permanent fixture of my knee even though the stocking is “skin” colored? Moving on. 

As I thought about wearing my stocking, I was trying to find ways of covering it up. The love of my life reached out to a company called Lymphdivas… but they only make compression products for arms. He was advocating that I become a prototype tester for leg products. But, alas, they haven’t yet progressed and will likely not be making custom (1.5 leg) products. 

So, my entrepreneurial spirit flared. If I’m going to have to wear this stocking everyday of the summer, I better look damn cute doing it. Recall the entry, Starting A New Trend, where I talked about the idea conception. 

I’ve since tried out my prototype out in the world. The pattern was meh and the material was equally as meh. I gave another pair a try with a bit more skill and pattern thought and did well. 

On Friday, April 28th the Leggings Party will commence. I’ve partnered (use the term loosely) with LuLaRoe to supply my leggings for the summer. LuLaRoe doesn’t sell their leggings in stores, but everyone talks about how awesome and different they are. So, I’m hosting a pop-up shop. Those invited know of LuLaRoe, know generally about my condition, and will hopefully help to support my new trend. 

If you’re interested in joining the party (or the new trend), let me know and I’ll send you an invite.

Heads Up (Seriously).

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