Why is it that I can never find a good pair of tights in my manic morning rush? I seem to be having a tight cull every month, somehow the nice pair but don't stay up or brilliant pair except for the big hole on the bum part,still seem to survive unscathed and sit there all innocent in my wardrobe waiting to be picked!
Safe to say this mornings pair was not a lucky choice, seemed perfect till about 2 minutes into my walk to work and then came the dreaded feeling of gravity at its best! I've spent the entire day stealing moment when(hopefully) no one is looking to readjust, to keep the bloody things up. Not sure I totally pulled it off in the queue for my subway salad, especially when an unnoticed work college started chatting away to me.....
I'm still not sure whats worse -the person behind you having to see you yank your tights back up around your boobs or getting to see them slowly fall off your arse?!
So I'm off to dispose of any Nora tights that are still lurking.
Love it and so very true! You are welcome to raid mine anytime you like :)
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