I had just left the hospital, prepared to walk 2 blocks back to my office, when I felt it, that horrible moment when a weak spot in my tights break, and I feel a laddering run begin to creep. It's very soft, almost like an insect's delicate steps on my leg, but I feel it.
As usual, it started at my toes. I balanced on one foot and took off my shoe to see the extent of the damage. Oh, bad. Horror! I limited my swearing to, "Oh poops!" Then I put my shoe on and walked back to the office, so very aware of how fast the run was advancing.
I got inside and thought, okay. It's still salvageable if the run does not move past the top of my foot....so of course, I felt the other foot sprout a ruinous hole. And it was only the start of my work day. Oh poops!
But all is not lost. I am a firm believer in clear nail polish and putting tights on 'backward' so what used to be kissing cousins with the bottom of my feet is now viewing the world from the tops. If it's a bad hole, I will sew it up, and as long as the problem can be turned over or hidden by shoes, I will continue to wear those tights until the elastic gives out.
And be very proud of how thrifty and economical and unwasteful I am when I view those Frankenstein stitches.
On the plus side, I can easily tell which is the front and which is the back of my tights now! That actually had been a bigger issue than one would think!