Hearts and Ladders

Hearts, as a motif in fashion, is something that I am generally very much disinterested in. Although I suspected they were not very high-quality and would snag easily, these flocked stockings by Sportsgirl were somehow just too cute to pass by. If they had been opaque stockings, that would have given them the instant kibosh. But the hearts were so little, the effect would create tiny-polka-dotty legs.

The store had a whole range of these tattoo stockings: the classic pair of swallows was another design I liked. Instead I purchased a pair of Belle-Époque style net stockings.

Just as well I photographed the polka-dotted hearts before I wore them out: they didn’t last an hour! By the time I was sitting down at work I discovered a ladder travelling down my left leg. By lunchtime three more had sprouted. I was very cross – heart-broken, even. And by the time I entered the change rooms at my tae kwon do club that evening, my legs were riddled with ladders. My chic French friend took some delight in pointing out this lamentable fact.

I haven’t dared to open the other packet yet.