It's not quite spring. There is still snow on the ground. I refuse to call it spring until the snow on the ground and the threat of additional accumulation are gone for good.
But it is the end of pantyhose and tights season.
Once I can go outside without an estimate of how long I can be out there before it kills me, I stop wearing hose.
No more rolling waistbands.
No more runs.
No more having them bunch up right at the crease where crotch-meets-thigh, pressing so hard against the nerves there that my entire leg goes numb.
No more having to hike them up all day due to saggy crotch syndrome.
From here until real spring, it's knee high socks and boots. Once it gets truly warm, it's bare legs and open toed shoes until October.
I can hardly wait.