I am fond of funky tights - pink fishnets, printed skulls, polka dots, elaborate patterns… Name a pattern and I probably have it in my underwear drawer. Thankfully my hidden sickness or desire or craving for funky tights has come into it’s own with my not-so-new job. You see these types of “accessories” are revered here and every time I wear a pair I feel like my legs are – finally Rock Stars.
In fact just yesterday I was down in the gallery getting lunch when a stranger stopped me to ask where I got my tights because as she put it “they are hella cool.” See that … I’m a Rock Star…
CW
No comments:
Post a Comment