My mom was always trying to get us to wear tights when we were younger. She had a good excuse...Seattle has more months of cold and rain than not, and she would say it wasn't "appropriate" to go to Santa's brunch in a dress and just bare legs. (I was also always the girl dressed as a witch with a turtleneck under my dress on Halloween). And while, as an adult, I maybe don't wear tights as much as my mother would like, Wolford makes it a lot more fun. This maroon pair is going to be on serious holiday party rotation.