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I have something to say to fashionistas who are on a crusade to get all women to bare our legs for a more natural look: I (and so many, many women like me) do not want my legs to be natural; mostly, I want them to be supernatural. That’s why I still wear hosiery from time to time. This is a fashion edict that’s made to be moderated by reasonable people.

Six weeks ago, I wore the natural look with heels and a black dress for an Indianapolis Symphony concert. Before I had even stepped out of the elevator in the parking garage, I felt the sting of ostracism from strangers looking at my bare legs. Reason: this look can be a galactically bad idea for me and anyone else whose stems are not like Norah Jones‘. (I saw her perform in concert last February and I could not stop gawking at her legs, which are a close rival to her velvety voice. They are like Barbie’s legs.)

Here’s the thing. You really, really don’t want to see my lilly-white, unadorned legs. By themselves, they read like a road map of Indy to Houston. In the summer, I’m willing to make an exception. But even in the height of sweaty summer, there ought to be some fashionable options for women of a certain age who are dressing up. What about the super/crazy/mega-sheer hosiery out there? We’re not even entitled to a little smoke and mirrors? And what’s my 73-year-old mother to do? Step aside?

While this debate simmers, I just want to pay homage the person who  introduced the trend of tights this season. Whoever you are, I worship you more than ice cream. Because now I can be fashionable without baring my natural legs to the world. One of my favorite places to shop tights is Sock Dreams, an online store that has more variety than you can imagine. I also found great tights at JCPenney, although, I must warn you that if you wear them in Indy, you may still get a few looks from people who associate fishnets with women of a questionable reputation. That’s what happened to me when I paired this tweed 1970s belted-tunic with herringbone fishnets.