Tight debate

Fifteen denier, forty denier, eighty denier, tights with patterns on such as polka dots, squares and flowers, you name it the tight world can provide it. For me however, there is one thing it can't provide and that's a carefree day. No I'm afraid once I step into those ever evolving leg accessories my days thoughts are full of ladders, holes, nicks and twists. I hate the sound they make against my chosen dress or skirt and generally feel as though there is a surging static charge between my garments and tights, from which I'm left wondering if the back of my hair is touching the ceiling as I stroll around the office. As soon as I hear the sound of tights on skirt lining I'm instantly taken back to 1992.  My junior school dinner hall where the dinner ladies roam. For me tights are associated with dinner ladies, the sound of them scuttling around with bowls of green goop ready to serve you whether you liked the offering or not. I now seek the security of leggings where I can instead of tights, but today I was thrown by another issue I have, I had a navy dress and black legging, a no-no in my book so I decided to make peace with a pair of fifteen denier tights. I was happy at first, choosing to ignore the sound as best I could until low and behold, a hole on my knee, really? They were two hours old, how? where? Then I thought back, probably 1992 again, to my mother with her dry hands trying desperately to put on her tights with a pair of gloves, is this what dry handed women up and down the country were doing in the mornings, well if they did and if I had I may still have a pair of tights now as a pair of gloves could have saved the day. To be honest I cant be bothered with the messing around at seven in the morning. I'll stick to my leggings.