Fashion Emergency!

 Another lovely day of calculus!  There I am, sitting at my desk and happily talking with my friend.  We are waiting for class to start.  It's the last class of the day, and boy has it been a long one!  I have plans tonight, so I decided to dress up a little bit.  I twist in my desk towards her, and death grips my heart as I hear the dreadful sound of ripping fabric.  Cringing at the thought of what I might find, I reach down to feel the back of my leg.  My worst fears are confirmed.  I've just ripped a huge hole in my lacy purple tights.  What am I going to do?! I think to myself.  This isn't some little snag that I can hide by tugging my skirt down a bit.  I don't have any of my usual tight-saver on me (clear nail-polish), and even if I did, it wouldn't hide this huge gash.  My friend suggests scotch tape, but I know that won't get me through the whole night.  I have a real crisis on my hands.  Then she suggests twisting a thin hair band around it.  I can't get enough of the material together to keep the hair band on--and I don't want something so noticeable anyway.  In the end, I wind up actually tying the hole shut--rather like a trash bag.  

There it is, that dark spot about an inch under my fingers.  Not bad for a quick fix!