I love stockings. They make me feel happy and all warm inside. And a bit nostalgic, too. A lot of it is to do with the fact that way back in my single days putting on stockings for a night out (or in) signalled intention.
And one of my earliest memories is of watching my mum in her bedroom getting dressed back in the pre-tights days when stockings were an everyday thing. I thought her the most glamorous being on the planet and seeing her put her stockings on and do her make up were a treat.