Nylons and Pantyhose

I have a jar where I put money in whenever I feel homesick. I think I have about three quarters and some pennies – somewhat a proof that I really feel at home in my new home country. This has to do with how people have treated me, particularly the women I have encountered. It is by all means pretty amazing how women here in an unselfish way go out of there way to help people around them. In this light, I wanted to make a big art-piece made of women nylon pantyhose. So, I asked my new female friends to help me out. I emailed them to dig in to their closets for their old pantyhose. You know the ones you keep even though you never use them, but for some reason kept until you move, and then you have to get rid of them. Of course my new friends took their time to look through their closets to help me out, they came with their bags of odd and torn nylons before rushing of to work.