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I have been in love with tights for a while now. I love how they jazz up an outfit, transform something old into something new and brighten up the wearer immediately.
The obsession started with a dark purple pair – subtle and unobtrusive, yet not as dull as plain black. It continued with a pair of black hoisery with diamond patterns, lending a sexy touch to an outfit without screaming out “tart!” (I was contemplating fishnet ones…).
Then, I had a craving for chili red tights. I imagined wearing a mod dress in black with the red tights worn into black booties and I couldn’t get it out of my head. This means that I have to buy a) a mod black dress, b) red tights and c) booties. I ended up with the booties, a bright blue pair of tights and two black dresses that I bought especially to match the tights. Go figure.
One afternoon, while waiting for a cab to bring me back to the office, I zipped into Topshop and look, a fabulously bright pair of pink tights! Sod red, I got the pink instead.
And then last weekend, I dropped by River Island (fast becoming one of my favourite haunts) and there it was, the exact thing that I had been contemplating: ladylike knee socks in grey. The wallet came out faster than one could say “whee” and I am now a proud owner of a pair of knee socks in grey with girly ribbons.
I have no idea how or what I am going to wear it with yet but I shall find out soon. Because isn’t that the joy of fashion – to mix the unthinkable and come up with something absolutely delightful and out of this world?
Yannisms 