The second door

When thinking of snow, I think of tights. Not the soft and beautiful tights of today, but the kind I had to wear when I was a child.

Now I'm not blaming anybody (except perhaps the producers of tights in these days) for having to wear them, but they were scratchy and I hated them. I hated them even more in snow, when I got wet. The mix of wet and still scratchy ... not nice.
Putting them on after you had a bath was torture and the feeling when you were allowed to take them off again was bliss.

It's funny, but somehow this feeling is still stuck in my head when I see snow. So I guess snow never stood the chance of being liked by me. Sorry.


  1. I always relate tights to the ugly ones we had to wear to school - they never fit properly, and were always uncomfortable. So pleased to see that they come in such a variety of sizes these days.

  2. I too remember struggling to get my tights on after a bath.lol I still have an aversion to those things.