Putting on tights seems like a defeat

IT’S that time of year when women-kind divide on the subject of tights. There are those like me who will cling to our bare legs till the first snow and possibly after, while others are absolutely thrilled to get back into their comforting black legwear.

It’s only in the last decade or so that bare legs became a style thing – certainly in the Eighties, I was happy to wear my fishnets and even the ‘natural’ nude colour that I never choose now. It never once occurred to me to go bare-legged once the chill set in.

But now that first day a pair gets dragged out of the drawer seems like one of life’s small defeats.