It's a small thing to wish for run-proof panty hose, but I do so wish for them.
Being raised in a time and place where appearance was more than a word and looking your best meant more than combing your hair and brushing your teeth, run-proof panty hose would have been a blessing. In my family, church was important and we went three times a week. Now, for a young girl who was a bit accident prone and did a lot of stumbling, I used more nail polish on my panty hose than I ever did on my nails. Does anybody remember painting the run in your hose and then later peeling them from your leg?
I would have given you my favorite Barbie Doll for a pair of panty hose that refused to run. I still would. It never fails that if there is a function to attend that requires the wearing of hose, so I too often have to run out and buy some--what a last-minute pain! Often when I'm checking the pair I already have, as I run my hand through the legs, if there wasn't already a run, there is now.
My frugal mother would save all the hose with runs, cut off the offending leg, put a right leg and left leg together with tops still attached, and voilą, a functioning pair of panty hose. I've not had to resort to this in a very long time, but if both legs are the same color, for a double shot of tummy control, it's a valid option.
It's a small thing, I know, but I have a dance to attend and I can't find the left half of the pair I cut and matched up last week.
So I got to run (no pun intended) to the store!