The single event that I have nothing to wear to is a countryside Christening. So hurrah hurrah! that I was invited to the very thing this weekend. I was stumped, in wardrobe terms. I ended up wearing a collection of things so awful I won’t describe it to you in case you sick up your Pop Tart into your hand.
But look at THIS CHICK:
She is even wearing (and completely pulling off) a fucking scrunchie!! That is how hip it is in the countryside these days. I asked if her trousers were Dries Van Noten. She said “Ha ha! Asos.”
My sister, mother of the Christenee, was wearing a pair of spotty tights from Wolford. “I’m all about a spotty tight this season,” she said, when I asked her for a quote. No but seriously, they livened up an otherwise quite conservative ensemble.
TWO new bits of chat from Esther, to read with my coffee during morning nap time, after a night of being up and down with my 9 month old suffering through his first fever/ virus. THANK YOU! Also, I love a spotty tight myself, so much better in a sheer leg tight than no spots. Elaine x
blrugh… poor little baby. but most of all POOR YOU
Lisa T says
I am in love with the spotty tights. Never previously considered them in case they looked oddly poxy. They don’t, they look fabulous. Also, love Wolford.
Gosh Esther, is your sister in Eastenders? How else could she get her tights in Walford? Respect!
I love spotty tights! I am the wife of a Methodist minister and will do anything not to look so predictably drab.