Post by TM
As soon as the temperature falls below 7 degrees, I forget to shave my legs. It just doesn’t seem a necessary part of my shower routine when the all-too-real prospect of an ivy cold bathroom looms. Lord, I need underfloor heating or at least a radiator in my hovel of a WC.
I tend to cover up from head to toe during the cold months anyway: thick black tights, a mini skirt and an oversized jumper is my winter uniform. But for those times when all my tights are in the wash and a sliver of ankle escapes, I can’t help but notice those man’s leg sized hairs.
What’s a gal to do? Shave them immediately? Or throw on a pair of ‘pop-socks’ to act as a cunning – and warm – disguise? If you are to believe any self-proclaimed fashionista in any part of the more stylish areas of the world, Paris, London, New York, you could certainly not do that. But surely you could in Dublin, or anywhere else in the country for that matter? Well, no.
Despite the disgusting weather we Irish have to endure, women who dwell in Dublin would rather you a blue leg than a flash of polyester. I once had to endure a conversation where a group of harpies in the “Irish style biz” (ha!) had a go at one RTE weather person, slagging off her prim dress and saying that “She probably wears tights”, as in the Kate Middleton kind.
I know I shouldn’t have but I threw out my collection of Naturals that same day. I didn’t, however, start to go bare legged; it just had to be black tights (because they’re ok) or trousers, or risk ridicule in a pathetically bitchy environment. I wear what I want, but I’m not immune to bullies, and I’d rather avoid side-eyes.
This year, I will wear my Naturals, just not with pride. They will sneak in under the AW16 going-out dress I picked up in Zara at the end of summer. It has an old-fashioned paisley print, but there’s something of the Alexa Chung about it. It has a high neck and long sleeves and the hemline sits just before the ankle.
It’s something like the dress above, and I’ll be styling mine with high-heeled ankle boots, a coat and some faux fur.
Save your shivers this winter and wear a long length, long sleeve dress and wear it with tights and socks for under your boots. If some bitch catches a glimpse of a leg that shines without a drop of oil or shimmer, be a less-sensitive soul than me and stay smug in the knowledge that if you’re stuck waiting for a taxi later, at least your pins won’t be disfigured by goose-flesh.
Try these ones for size: