Ok, first of all Sally, you don't look old enough to remember 'the egg'.
Secondly, you sound like an ad for the Hanes corporation. Not that I'm complaining. I just want to join the group. Do we work on commission? Just askin'.
But seriously, you're a girl after my own heart. Sheer Energy was the height of hosiery in my teen years. The plastic egg harkens memories of an era, with christmas tree-like carousels placed in convenience stores and markets, where I would make any excuse to dawdle nearby, perusing, and, with a gentle wave, twirl the egg adorned tree, searching for my favorite shade.
And speaking of color, the hosiery market is not what it used to be, is it? Twenty, even ten years ago, a greater variety of shades were offered, from drug store brands to the exotic (though my purse strings limited me from enjoying more than the occasional Givenchy).
Legg's, Hanes (before their marriage), NoNonsense, even Jockey offerings filled a spectrum of shades, textures, denier and panty tops. And speaking of PANTYhose, remember panties and hose combined? What were those called? Maybe popular in the 80's or 90's.
That said, watching talk shows, I've seen women wearing hose now and again. Mostly black fishnet (cool and sexy, of course), but also sheer and even the occasional lighter shades.
But back to Sally's post. Though I was one of many here who began by wearing siblings' pantyhose. Sheer Energy, too, was my first love. Coffee, Suntan, Off Black; what other shades were there?
I remember, once I was old enough to drive, I'd make any excuse to run errands. "Sure mom, I'll get those groceries. Out of milk? Gee, better get some before the store closes". Not only an excuse to drive the car, but pause in front of the 'Altar of Legg's' carousel, with a grocery list that I held like a badge, saying; "Just doing the family shopping".
But alas, these are mostly fond memories for me. I still have several pair of what may be considered 'vintage'; pastels and sheer tones once offered by those drug store brands. Hosiery today lacks the panache of my youth. Perhaps I'm just getting old(er).