I have this memory from when I was just a little girl. I believe it was a Sunday morning, and I was getting dressed and ready for church. There I was, sitting on the edge of my bed, attempting to put my stockings on. When I say stockings, I mean those good ol’ pure white, nylon-like tights that matched every little girl’s Sunday School dress perfectly in the 90’s.
As a child, those things were a nightmare to get on. They were so tight, and managing to pull them all the way up your legs was like having a wrestling match with yourself. On this particular Sunday morning, I made an attempt at the trick I had seen my mother do. I bunched up one leg of my stockings from the toe to the top and slipped my foot right in there. Then I tried to pull the stocking the rest of the way up my leg.