What I wore this week: fancy tights

I know from experience that nothing annoys you, my beloved readers, more than the suggestion that you might consider leaving the house without black opaque tights while there is an “r” in the month. I can wax lyrical about cocktail hour athleisure or hold forth on the preeminence of ponchos, and y’all are the very model of liberal tolerance. But breathe one word against a life lived in 70 denier, and I am met with fire and brimstone. Read more