If there was ever an item of clothing that I truly loved, it
is tights. They hold everything in, and stop unpleasant wobbles.
They hide not
only moles, scars, stretch marks and lack of shaving, but the blinding
whiteness that is my legs. And importantly, they turn the shortest of dresses
into something respectable.
A collection of tights is a wardrobe essential for any girl
living in London. But why restrict yourself to black when there is an abundance
of colours, patterns and styles out there to brighten up the dreariest of days?
Today my legs are delighted to be sheathed in a pair of
Watermelon coloured tights. Tomorrow, who knows? Perhaps my white floral ones. Hurrah for tights!
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