I've never been a big fan of wearing tights or stockings even in freezing ass weather that can easily make an eskimo regret his entire existence and pray for shelter.
I blame the whole wool tights under my jeans as a child situation where I'd be beyond warm and safe from the elements, but so God damn itchy I wanted to strip down to my skivvies, which would've been a totally inappropriate thing for an Elementary school kid to do.
Sure my parents had the best of intentions as the Winter's in NYC can be brutal. So, of course as a parent you literally layered up your kid like their little lives depended on it.
So, I survived unscathed, but I'm pretty certain to this day I suffer from PTSD. Something about being trapped and suffocating all the way to my death.
It's not pretty, so no tights for me.
Bag: Zara (similar one here)