D'er--Jilli, it turns out it was mytights.com after all. I had to retrace my steps--it was a search to see how much silk stockings cost (answer=a metric fuckload) that took my there. They have some really nice stuff.
Thanks for the socks link, Raq. I'm looking for something simpler than that, since I just want to wear them with my mary janes. Sock Dreams looked like it had potential, but then they were out of stock in the simple ones in white.
I suspect they're not hard to find online--I just haven't made it there yet. Possibly this is all a sign to stop dressing like lamb, but I don't quite care yet.
I think that even if you hit a person who was walking on the sidewalk, you are responsible.
Happy Birthday, Vortex!
Doesn't Las Vegas have some kind of ordinance that shifts the fault to the pedestrian if s/he jay-walks or crosses against the light? Still, in all other (normalish) cities, you hit someone, you're going to be at fault. There might be some contributory negligence on the pedestrian, but the driver is screwed.
Ginger, lots of ~ma for your sister!
Happy Birthday, Vortex!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, VORTEX!!!
Happy birthday, Vortex!
Aimee, I'm sorry you're being jerked around again. UGH. Why can't things just go the way they are supposed to?
Hugs to Ginger's sister, because of course, everyone knows that after being hit by a car, the bestest and most fun thing to do is deal with complete soulless ASSHOLES and lawyers. (there might be a lawyer joke in there but in honor of Vortex's birthday I refrain).
Hitting someone with your car can be traumatic too, I remember having to fight the urge to submerge into deep denial, because I was so horrified at myself. But I still refrained from being a jackwad about the whole thing. (I think. I hope.)