The sun's out, get your tights on.
I think it's called symbiosis; when two dissimilar things coincide with one another. I mean it makes total sense right? Like cheese and jam.
It's warm (ish) outside, you want to release that new gingham dress from the confines of wardrobedom but the clouds are moving in, it may or may not be currently drizzling and the sun is causing you to overheat sporadically. Short of upper lip sweat, this couldn't get any worse. And then you notice that you should have left ten minutes ago to get to work exactly five minutes before your boss arrives. Panic ensues. What to do?!
Perhaps I should reintroduce you to your oft overlooked tights drawer. Untangle a pair, any pair will do and leave right now. Forget the coffee, you're running off of pure anxiety anyway, the fumes of which will carry you through until lunch break, and after that, smugness at your resplendent outfit construction will allow your day to continue on in Anna Wintour approved style. Take a selfie, it's been a good day.
The BFF of tights, otherwise known as the dress, is ease embodied, covering your modesty in one shimmy and a shrug. But alas, some days full leg exposure is just not it. Enter the tights.
The probability of your tights receiving anything more than a sigh of relief at the last hoist is slimmer than a whittled down toothpick. Yet, the humble tights deserve some recognition, just a quick thanks for covering my legs when regrowth appears in that pesky way that it does so and fake tan patchiness leaves you far too closely reminiscent of a sepia toned zebra for any excuses to feasibly explain.
I look to pop culture to strengthen my rather wordy point here. See Blair Waldorf of Gossip Girl and her consistent commitment to maximising the fashion potential of every extremity. Tights were seldom black and rarely opaque because evidently it's go bold or get off the Met steps. Similarly, Willow Rosenberg of Buffy The Vampire Slayer, co-ordinated her looks from H to T, (that's hat to tights FYI). Both looks aren't for the faint of heart or clumsy of ways for that matter - ladders and/or holes are never cute, sorry Courtney Love.
I hereby suggest you develop a fast affinity with black or navy, the denier is down to personal preference but remember there is a distinct difference between thick tights and leggings - namely that tights are never trousers, whereas leggings have already *sadly* been adopted by the obviously mirror-less masses. We can see your ass honey, and what you had for breakfast...
Never fear an unexpected drizzle again. Give your skinnys the day off and go dance in the rain; though I should mention that I cannot be held accountable for any colds caught, however, any outfit compliments received are totally my doing.
(Images via: vogue.com, glamour.com, styledumonde.com)
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