Today I had to go to a meeting. I could have worn pants, but I decided to wear a skirt. Which always carries with it the question of hose. Which I grew up wearing.
But at some point in the ’90’s nobody wore hose anymore. So I never know.
I googled it. Turns out no bare legs this year–but it’s not so much hose as tights–any color, texture, or design. Or knee-highs or thigh-highs, if you’re so inclined.
As much as I want to be comfortable in my clothes, there’s still that little part of me that wants to look like she knows what’s going on.