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.
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*has moment of grateful silence for job at which can wear jeans*
Awww...I love tights. I always get sad when I have to put them away.
But I will be glad when this dreary, rainy, gray weather is over. Stupid spring with its stupid precipitation.
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