When I put my tights on earlier, I had already started a little hole on the side. It was pretty high up on my leg and my skirt comes down to my knees, so I felt safe.
Two hours later, as I was walking from my test (boo) to work, I was chatting on the phone with my mom. I was on College Ave, which is a pretty busy road as I felt my tights start to feel a little saggy in the crotch department. If you’ve ever worn tights, you know what I mean.
I was all, “It’s not so bad, I’ll fix them when I get to work.” Well things got serious. They must have been some really old tights because the elastic was totes shot. Before I could get to a less crowded street they were literally around my knees. Like, people driving and walking by could see the issue.
Though laughs, I told my mom what was going on. I tried to describe the predicament to her, but I was also carrying my tea, my bag and trying to walk. I’m not sure I did the situation justice.
With all of the grace and dignity I could muster, I waddled to the side street and bent down and took them off. It may sound drastic, but it was beyond the “pull it up and live with it” stage.
Tights in the trash// bare legs at work
So I spent the rest of the day at work with bare legs, although I know it is way too late in the season for that. Also, I may not have exactly shaved my legs because I had no idea this would happen. Oops.
This is what I mean when I say post-grad life is sometimes hard and weird.
call me shannon 