There are days when you are a hostage to your tights. A familiar sinking feeling descends as you stride out only to find them creeping inexorably towards the pavement, the gusset dropping, your knees resembling an elephant’s in their bagginess. As you make the inevitable stop-off at Boots to buy an alternative pair, you may curse this item of clothing. On such days, it is worth remembering that there was a time when tights weren’t even an option. Pre-1960s, women had to assemble a cumbersome duo of ladder-prone American Tan stockings and suspender belt to cover their legs. This assembly of clips and straps not only created a lumpy outline, but the suspender clips had a tendency to ping open, and thighs were left chilly. An American weaving mill owner,…
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The Simple Things (Digital) - 1 Issue, January 2020