Disclaimer: I have more tights than just these. Honest.
I've a weird habit of picking favourites in my tights-drawer. When I moved to Iceland it was a patterned off-white pair, a bit after that thick, black leggings that bunch at the ankles (which I loved so dearly that I was smart enough to get two pairs of the same). At some point I moved to brown knit ones, then a simple, thick, dark gray pair and after them... these.
The favourite pair tends to get worn to literal shreds, but before that happens I work like mad for their life, darning them, then darning the already darned parts, then darning some new holes, maybe adding nail polish to stop any advancing tears, at some point the areas that are fixed start to feel uncomfortable and eventually they wear away. At that point the damage is usually already severe and the tights are ready to be dumped.
BUT GUESS IF I ACTUALLY WILL THROW THEM AWAY HAHAHA NO
Instead I start fighting the inevitable by hiding the damage. Yeah it's uncomfortable to wear tights with toes poking through but hey, anything for that one favourite pair. I can wear socks over them. Or shoes. Or bunny slippers. It may occasionally land me in an embarrassing situation where I suddenly realize that I'm required to take off my shoes and parade around with my toes proudly on display (the bane of living in a Nordic country where shoes indoors tends to be massively frowned upon)(so frowned upon that walking in broken tights is preferable) buuuuuuut that pair's my favourite... the holes may sometimes start even strangling my toes by cutting the blood flow to them but what's a few toes less when it's my favourite pair. Right?
To make matters more difficult, this time the tights are bought in Finland so I have no way of replacing them with a new pair. Maybe I should ask if my mum's Shopping Service could locate another pair of these...
(I'm a sad, sad person augh.)