Remember, early '90s. We didn't go with bare legs.) But that all changed, one very cold, very humid, day when my poor little legs couldn't take anymore.
Before leaving to another part of the world, my mom and I had done the requisite shopping and had purchased a number of mid-calf length skirts, a couple of tops and sensible walking shoes. Along with these hip and upcoming fashions were a couple of pairs of opaque tights that I was certain I would never remove from the packaging. They soon became my most beloved fashion accessory.
Have you ever tried to ride a bycicle in the freezing cold, windy rushing up your skirt? No? Well, I have. I would feel the cold air pushing aside the fabric of my skirt and then my legs would be left to the elements. When I could stand it no longer, I put away my pride and donned a pair of dark brown tights.
There were no fancy patterns, like the ones I'm wearing today. Argyle if you must know. But for the first time in a number of months, my legs were warm. They weren't full of goosebumps, running up and down from thigh to toes. I wore out the first two pairs of tights and my dear mother sent replacements whenever she sent me a package. My tights were a boon, a comfort when all things aliegn surrounded me.
Truth be told, my favorite benefit was not needing to shave my legs during that time. Yes, needed. I just didn't need to because there wasn't anything to shave. My tights kept my legs smooth and hair free. I know, a little vain, but something I was thrilled with. How I missed that when the humid, steamy summer months rolled around and I was back to my daily routine, and bare legs.
Today, I'm quite a bit older than I was so many years ago, but love affair continues with tights. I am grateful that I have so many daring and comfortable options. It snowed here the other day, but my legs were warm and comfy as I trudged through the parking lot to my car. I suppose when I'm ninety and still need a little something, I'll reach for a pair of tights rather than the flimsy covering of nylons. Call me crazy, but it's true, and that is why I'm grateful for them today.
*Thanks to Google for the image*
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