Running in Stockings

When it comes to the sport of fashion, the last thing you want to compete in is running in stockings. That is just a tragedy, especially when fine 10 deniers on a first outing are concerned (as happened to me at a wedding last year – I had even made sure to file my nails before I donned them!).

But these brown stockings are worthy of an award: the blue ribbon for Valour in Fashion in fact, for they have served me well for a long time. Sturdy 60 or 80 denier ensured they lasted for very many years until only the other week. An unnoticed snag turned into a 20cm run down my thigh after I tugged them on again in the bathroom (this is one reason why I prefer stayups to tights).

It was a sad day when I said farewell, but first I snapped them, then I trashed them, and now here they are immortalised for eternity. Thank you brown stockings, you served me bravely and well.