toights

During the lengthy proposal of attempting to reinvent ones self for the winter months, I decided it was time to address a problem that has affected me since my early teens - my aversion (from wearing, yet 'surprisingly', not from buying in bulk) these fantastically bedazzled, jeweled and shredded selection of legwear, that has slowly been filtering through catwalk collections, to the humble highstreet. What was once a commodity, a grey marl on a Chloe leg, has expanded into a force of its own, editions including leopard print and tartan. Usually, these brash designs do not feature in my day to day wardrobe, (favoring my Velvet De Lux Walfords with absolutely anything) however I felt it time to branch out and inject a little pattern and colour into my uniform of black on black. However leg-lengthening and flattering the black tights and black heels combo can be, I felt I was relying a little too hard on the fail safe trick, and a nice little push into unchartered tight-territory was just what my pasty, post-tan leggies needed.

So thats what I did this evening.

Oh, and my Cosmo Patent Wedges arrived today. MADE MY WEEK I SHALL HAVE YOU KNOW. I was teetering around the kitchen in my PJ's this morning, in the most terribly non-chic sense I hasten to add. These were not Prada silk lounge pants, rather Gap threadbare trackpants. I am so bringing sexy back.

Paul Smith camisole; Vintage leather skirt; Topshop tights; Zara shoes.

The rip in the simply patterned black tights adds a little something, don't you think? I was fretting about photographing them with the hole showing, although now I think paired with the leather, it looks pretty damn bad-ass. I'm all for some hole. Tried a red flower in my hair, quite liking red on red with the lippy and nails. Come on, red goes with anything.

Ralph Lauren Shirt; Gap tights; Topshop Boutique platforms; Topshop headband.

I'd been dying to try out this gorgeous colour for loooong tiiime. I don't think I can quite carry off a wild colour clash, so I opted for old faithful, Dads shirt. I love you daddys shirt. You go with everything. You're like the ketchup of clothing.

Topshop dress; Topshop tights; Cosmo Paris shoes.

In case you hadn't guessed. I dig Topshop.

This dress is FABULOUS, I've worn it once and plan on doing so again. Definitely a rarity in my wardrobe. Paired it with some silver tights and my killer wedgies. I think this look has converted me to a serial tight wearer. Arghh!

The one issue you gotta have with tights - when you whip off your dress to reveal a bizarrely bandaged crotch to an unsuspecting male, lets face it. They are going to flee to the hills. I have unfortunately yet to meet a boy who will fully embrace the tight. Unless they're crotch/bumless, but that's a whole other kettle of fish, my dears.

So stick to socks, dunno what it is about them. I usually go for the all black but I found these little things in my dressing up box. I think they were part of my Dorothy ensemble!

And my other staple - Marks and Sparks bodysuit. Seriously sexy.