Pantyhose

At about the same time  that I became Saved, puzzled over Gods Box, and dreaded detachable thumbs, I attempted to figure out why the legs of so many women at church were a different colour than their hands and faces.

At first I thought they all had a strangely shiny suntan. But it seemed rather odd that none of their leg-tans ever spread to the rest of their bodies. I must have asked about it at one point because I remember eventually realizing that these women were wearing some sort of grownup version of tights. 

I did not understand why anyone would want their legs to be a different colour than their arms or face. Especially if one has to wear something as uncomfortable as tights to accomplish this goal. As an opinionated preschooler I was, of course, the only one who made any sense on this issue. ;)

Last winter I wore a dress to my aunt and uncle's wedding. It was the first dress I had worn in several years and  buying pantyhose with it wasn't something that ever even crossed my mind. At the reception another relative teased me about not wearing pantyhose. I must have given him a fairly puzzled expression as he quickly said, "I suppose that young women don't wear them so often these days?"

Maybe other 20-somethings do...but this one doesn't. That cultural practice seems nearly as odd now as it did when I was four.