Sartorial crises

[elle_]

Drat. Turns out my black tights are actually blue.

Bit baffled by this as I certainly don't own blue tights, and neither does either housemate. (I've checked.) Wonder whose they are??

Luckily have Emergency Fishnets in my desk drawer. It's amazing how often they come in handy.

Comments

[elle_]

Thank you, I like to be prepared ;)

[wimble]

Do you ever achieve it?

[taimatsu]

Spoken in the true spirit of Olave Baden-Powell. Ever thought of being a Guider? ;)

[comrade_kitten]

I've done that before. Black skirt, black shoes, black top, black jumper, black coat, black bag (you get the picture)... BLUE TIGHTS. WTF. Where did they spring from?? In manner of "did you get dressed in the dark or something?". Which, on that day, I had. There's a lesson in that.

[bateleur]

You don't need to own blue tights to end up wearing them. It's a quantum mechanical effect similar to the one that causes kitchen cupboards to contain cups nobody recognises.

[cardinalsin]

Weirder still, it turns out that nobody owns blue tights. And yet they have mysteriously appeared on random people (and before there were people, on random dinosaurs and such) since the Dawn of Time.

[elle_]

Maybe it's part of their grand scheme for world domination?

[taimatsu]

I think I own blue tights. Somewhere. They lurk in the recesses of my drawers, waiting to spring into my hand on gloomy, bleary mornings, and make me look stupid in front of the entire office.

I have similar problems with blue socks. I was stupid enough to buy a pack of dark navy socks from Tesco which are exactly the same as all my black socks from Tesco. It's a total nightmare keeping them apart.