My Love Affair with Tights

My Journey with Diorella Neon Tights in the late 1970s.

So, picture this: it’s the 1970s, and I’ve just stepped out of school and left behind a school uniform that was a dismal shade of bottle green, along with lace-up brogues and knickers with a chest size. Armed with a pair of scissors, newfound freedom and big dreams, the world really was my oyster!

As a newly ordained trainee hairdresser, I’ve suddenly got some cash in my pocket and an urge to express myself and piss off my parents. Then, right on cue, in walks punk rock, bright colours, spitting on each other at gigs, and other questionable behaviours.

Enter Christian Dior neon tights - DA DA! These eye-popping tights practically screamed, “Look at me!” (and maybe also “Help me"). I thought I rocked them like a runway model, but instead, I resembled a poor person who had severely sunburnt legs.

I strolled into the salon, strutting my stuff to The Bee Gees ( who were just leaving with their disco balls and making way for The Sex Pistols).

Now, I’m not saying these tights were an instant hit - my co-workers ( a crazy and eccentric bunch) loved them. But let’s be real: nothing says, “I’m a fashion victim”, like legs that light up a dark room.

Being a trailblazer, I got some odd looks, but hey, fashion is all about risk, right? It wasn't long before everyone wanted a pair. So, here’s to bright tights and even brighter hair - because in the world of 1970s fashion, anything goes, especially if it upsets your Dad!

Even to this day, and despite my advancing maturity, I still love a pair of Wolford leopard print tights which brighten up any all-black winter outfit.