It is 104 degrees where I live, which is about 30 degrees above my comfort level. It is an unthinkable notion for me to even consider squeezing, wiggling and pulling myself into a pair of stockings in this heat.
I will be the first one to admit that stockings help mask a multitude of imperfections. Not to mention they can be a great leg ( and if they’re tummy controllers) figure flattering accessory. But, in heat exceeding 70 degrees they become your own personal hot and steamy sauna. Baking you like a sweet potato at Thanksgiving. Causing you the uncontrollable desire to jump, lay or flop into any available body of water. Then once you’ve soaked yourself down try pulling those things off!
So, I choose to throw vanity out of the window. Dare I say it, “Go Bare”! I’ll leave the colored hues and silky nylon for special occasions, preferably in the dead of winter.
P.S. Before you ask, yes those are my legs