Today I wore a dress to work that I deem just an inch or two too short to wear with bare legs (because I have borderline Victorian notions about hemlines) but it’s completely fine to wear with opaque leggings under them. The following is a very slightly dramatized text conversation that just happened.
Me: Embarrassing! I have a giant hole in my leggings. Since you will shortly be leaving our home and going right past my office, will you swing by and drop me off another pair?
He: Oh god. This is my worst nightmare. What if I accidentally bring you tights?
Me: Leggings don’t have feet and they have a wide waistband.
He: So, they’re like pants…
Me: Leggings are not pants!
He: I think I found some, but they might be workout pants?
Me: If they have anything reflective on them, that’s not the right thing. Or a nike logo…
He: Okay. I don’t know. I’ll just bring you a variety of black stretchy leg coverings from which to choose.
I won’t leave you hanging, he triumphed.