Today I spent an inordinate amount of money buying 12 pairs of pantyhose. It felt more like an investment rather than shopping, but they were on sale for 30% off the normal price and I've been having difficulty buying the brand and colour I prefer so it seemed sensible to buy all they had in stock.
It's only now, after unpacking the bag, that I realise how truly peculiar panyhose are. Delicate and certainly not up to the rigours of my working week, I nevertheless wear them to work every day from about May until September. They snag, they catch on box edges, and don't get me started on how difficult it is to remove a piece of velcro from the leg of your panythose. It's not a pretty sight.
They are ridiculous things, but my lily-white legs look like the skin of plucked chickens without them. And that's a sight something no one should ever have to suffer in public.