I thought pantyhose were dead. I can barely remember the last time I donned a pair of flesh tone sheers. As I recall, Anna Wintour, the editrix of Vogue, wouldn’t be caught dead in them—ever.
Indeed, ditching the pantyhose is liberating—almost as revolutionary as burning the bra was during the 1960s in the heyday of the women’s movement. Who says you need to wear nylons to look ladylike and professional? And why would anyone want to wear those slimy, confining contraptions when you can let your legs breathe the air and move freely?
