Mustard yellow is not necessarily the ideal choice for adorning one’s legs, but it brings back fond memories for me.
One of my grandmothers was a bit “out there,” and it was anybody’s guess what she would send us for Christmas.
My mother, on the other hand, was as conventional as conventional gets, and usually despised whatever we got. I’m pretty sure my grandmother [Dad’s mom] knew this, so she made sure to send something that would goad my mother, which was not hard to do.
Imagine my mother’s profound horror at finding that my grandmother had sent mustard yellow fishnets to an 8 year old me. Jackie-O would not have approved.
In short, I wore them every chance I got, which is as it should be.