A belated Happy New Year , blog readers!
With the dawn of 2012 already in full swing, what better way to start the year than with a tip from the book of what NOT to do when you’re about to go out for a very busy morning of appointments. Never wear cheap tights with a knee-length skirt and cross fingers hoping for the best. It can only lead to tears and embarressment of gargantuan proportions as the waistband rolls further down your legs and prevents you from walking ( which I discovered to great cost in between school drop off and a visit to the bank manager this morning).
The sheer dread of awareness struck me initially as I got out of the car and walked towards the school gates with two very excitable children. Every step signalled a further half centimetre descent of the nylon nasties. I’ m sure it was a far from surreptitious occurrence as I continued to walk like a half- constipated duck on the way back to my car.
Unable to spare the time to get new tights, I was forced to hoik up the offending articles in the confines of my car and bravely soldier on to the bank. But it was futile. As I silently procrastinated away my fate, wondering if turning forty suddenly triggers an innate ability to turn into Nora Batty, the journey from car to bank proved even worse. The rolling rapidly made its path from hip to knee in record time and I was forced to tie my coat around my waste to hide the ridiculous vision from the bank manager upon arrival. Oh the shame.
I eventually pinned the dreaded things to my skirt once I’d excused myself to get to the nearest coffee shop. I also made a mental note to wear trousers everywhere from now on!
What an introduction to my working year. Note to self ; Style tip # 312 in the book of Fashion Faux pas ” Never buy tights from the pound shop. Next time it’s nylons from Paris or jeans for the sake of one’s decency”.
© Tess Egerton 2012
© Tess Egerton 2012